Western Fantasy: A Musclebound Bruiser Sweeps Through the World of Magic

[Muscles + Magic + System + Invincible + Ruthless + Beating Up the Whole World]

The magic web crumbles beneath his bulging biceps! Forbidden spells shatter into sparks against his sharply defined pecs! The instant Aul activates his [Foresee the Future] talent, thirty visions of his gruesome deaths burst before his eyes: strangled into mince by elemental chains? Torn into molecules by a rift in the astral plane?

“Fuck that!” he roars, flexing every muscle in his body and hammering magic particles into his fibers like a blacksmith. The veins bulging beneath his skin twist and writhe, becoming adamantine millstones capable of crushing spells and grinding every death prophecy to dust.

At the council of the gods, he stomps barefoot through enchanted floor tiles and smashes the combined spell seal of three chief gods with his pecs. “The Twelve Chief Gods’ chessboard? Who plays chess without a helmet?”

In the lava pits of hell, he arm-wrestles the Lord of the Balrogs, deliberately rupturing three arteries in his arm. Blood sprays like a war banner, but his muscles devour the magma and grow even stronger.

When the Grim Reaper’s scythe falls, it chips against his bulging trapezius. From the underworld comes an enraged curse: “Are you a heart wrapped in muscle, or a heart growing inside your muscles?!”

When the [One] who created the world uses the laws of reality to suppress Aul, he throws back his head and laughs. “Come on! Let’s see whether your laws crush my muscles first, or my fists smash your heaven to pieces!”

His bulging lats tear apart the projected stars. The millions of deaths he foresaw now become fuel for his growing muscles. This madman’s path to immortality, with veins for strings and bone fragments for drumbeats, will finally show the entire world of magic that muscles are the most magical magic of all!