Warfare Augmented Intelligent Frame Unit

Chapter 108 - KAWAII WAIFU Raid

Chapter 108 - KAWAII WAIFU Raid

The bar's ceiling exploded in a thunderous crash, raining down chunks of plaster and twisted metal as three massive Frame Units descended into the chaos below. Towering over the crowd, these colossal humanoid machines gleamed under the strobe lights, each armed with standard-issue beam rifles and glowing light shields. Their weapons swept menacingly across the dance floor, targeting every direction with mechanical precision.

Without warning, one of the Frames hurled a flashbang into the center of the room. The device detonated in a burst of white-hot light and deafening sound, stunning the entire bar into a brief, disoriented silence.

"Freeze! We are KAWAII! This establishment is now under our jurisdiction!" boomed a cybernetic voice from the pink-and-white Frame Unit at the front—unmistakably Agent Feena Arcaliburn, her design sleek yet imposing as always. I just hope she's not drunk today.

Outside, the rising wail of sirens pierced the night air, a clear signal that the perimeter had been sealed. But inside, the atmosphere had already descended into raw panic. Screams tore through the room as patrons scattered in every direction—women shrieking, men shoving past one another in blind terror. The bar's security team drew their pistols and opened fire, desperate to hold their ground, but the bullets clinked uselessly against the thick alloy armor of the KAWAII WAIFUs.

Amid the pandemonium, I slapped a hand onto Neil's shoulder and broke into a sprint, clutching the million-dollar briefcase tight to my chest. Neil immediately reached for Fei, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into motion.

"Let's go, Fei!" Neil shouted over the chaos.

"B-but—" Fei faltered, her eyes wide with confusion, her body frozen in hesitation.

Neil looked back and gave a reassuring smile. "I recorded what Ismail said. You're free from the obligations of the NTR."

At that moment, Fei smiled through trembling lips, but tears spilled freely down her cheeks. The weight of everything—freedom, fear, relief—pressed into that fragile expression. She wiped her eyes quickly, took a breath to steady herself, and let Neil pull her forward into the storm.

"Fucking hell!" Ismail's voice erupted like a bomb. His crimson eyes flared with an unnatural glow, blazing with fury and purpose. In the next instant, crackling lines of red cybernetic code surged outward from his pupils, racing across his skin like veins of living fire. The energy coursed downward, seeping into the floor beneath his boots as if the very building had become an extension of his will.

Then, with a seismic rumble, four gargantuan gatling guns materialized at the four corners of the establishment—each one as massive as a city bus, all bristling with rotating barrels and lethal intent. Without pause, the weapons locked onto the KAWAII WAIFUs and unleashed a roaring storm of gunfire, the sound like a thousand jackhammers tearing into metal.

"Watch out!" one of the KAWAII Agents shouted. The Frame Units immediately repositioned, snapping up their glowing light shields to absorb the hail of bullets, the shimmering energy barriers crackling under the sheer volume of fire.

And then, the chaos escalated.

Ismail's personal bodyguards—tall, commanding women with fierce eyes—raised their morphers high into the air. 

"Frame Unit, Awaken!" they roared in unison, voices filled with vengeance and pride. Their bodies erupted in radiant pulses of light and nano-technology, morphing in a flash into hulking Frame Units of their own. These were the NTR WAIFUs—sleek, deadly, and relentless.

With the roar of titans, they surged into battle, colliding with the KAWAII WAIFUs in a clash of steel, sparks, and searing energy. The bar transformed into a warzone of towering mechs, their strikes shattering walls, their footfalls cratering the floor. Pandemonium reigned, and the once-sleek establishment now trembled beneath the fury of colliding ideologies—and giant robots.