Prison Guard with Supernatural Abilities

Lin Yun trekked across Yellowstone's steaming lava rocks at dawn, his Melting Pot skin glowing with Cherokee lightning glyphs. Each step left smoldering prints in the sulfur crust. Three hours earlier, every seismograph in Wyoming had shattered—the supervolcano was being artificially awakened.

"Energy source at 15km depth." He pressed palms to the ground. Magma patterns morphed into 1872 expedition logs: "...heard earth roaring, saw bisons skeletonized in hot springs...not nature, but Indian curse..."

[Detected Geocore Energy Surge]

[Warning! Chaos Devourer Compatibility Insufficient]

Mechanical thunder split the sky. Fifty drills descended with Declaration of Independence laser-etched on bits. New Canaan BioTech had privatized Yellowstone after Liberty Island.

"Good morning, mutt." A Lincoln hologram materialized in geyser steam with Silicon Prophet's glitch voice. "Why Yellowstone?" The ground split open, revealing magma rivers flowing with liquid uranium. "President Jefferson signed the Paranormal Resources Act here during 1812 War..."

A 300G force field slammed Lin into scorching rock. System alerts blared:

[Gravity Anomaly: 300x Standard]

[Manhattan Project Chrono-Distorter Detected]

Lincoln's beard writhed with data: "The Melting Pot isn't freedom—it's the Founders' gene blender—" Glass pods rose from magma, holding multiracial child corpses. "—for breeding perfect meta-slaves."

"Fuck your American Dream!" Lin slammed lightning glyphs into earth. Cherokee ancestors on flaming ghost horses charged the drills.

The magma river crystallized black. Gas-masked revenants crawled from fissures wielding Winchester rifles loaded with Dust Bowl memories—1935's killer sandstorms reanimated with each shot.

[Eco-Weapon Detected: Dust Bowl]

[Suggested Devour Tactic: Activate Indigenous Sin Brand]

Lin's neck burned as system forced Cherokee massacre memories: 1890 Wounded Knee. Seventh Cavalry's machine guns, shaman's bloody headdress, last Eagle Guardian burying totems.

"Now!" The shaman's cry transcended time. Lin plunge