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Peace was never an option. Now, neither is mercy. I was a biological error. Hollow bones. Fragile wings. Prey. Then the System initialized, and I became the error code that crashes the game. I am Honk. And I have evolved. My feathers are razor-sharp alloy. My beak shears through plate armor like wet paper. I don't just defeat the ""Heroes"" sent to hunt me; I consume their gear to fuel my ascension. That +1 Steel Helm? Delicious. That Fire-Enchanted Longsword? Spicy, but nutritious. The magical plate mail of the Orc Warrior? The perfect catalyst for my next tier of defense. I've taken a tribe of pathetic swamp goblins and terrified them into a competent workforce. We don't just hide in the mud; we build kill-boxes. We engineer gravity-fed loot sieves. We turn arrogance into resources. The Crimson Vanguards burned my shantytown. In return, I buried their tank in quicksand and broke their spirits. But the swamp is no longer enough. The System has designated the catalyst for my final evolution: The Royal Crown of the Human King. They have stone walls. They have armies. They have high-level mages. I have a sadistic goblin translator named Runt, a body made of living warfare, and a hunger that can only be sated by the rarest metals. The Iron-Wing Tyrant is coming.

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