Suddenly, the announcer's voice changed. It wasn't mocking anymore. It sounded... annoyed.
When I dropped back into the arena for Tier 2, the ground was different. Giant rotating saw blades rose from the floor. Massive gaps opened up, leading to a bottomless abyss. "Wave 6! Bring out the Kick Bots!" File: Clone.Drone.in.the.Danger.Zone.v1.3.1.37....
"Welcome, Human 402, to your new life!" a booming, synthetic voice echoed from the massive floating screen above. It was the Emperor’s main commentator, a massive floating bot with a penchant for cruel sarcasm. "You have been upgraded! Try not to get sliced in half in the first ten seconds. The crowd hates a short show." Suddenly, the announcer's voice changed
In my right hand, a laser sword buzzed with violent energy. Across the checkered floor of the arena, a port opened. Out stepped a Archer-1 unit. It raised its bow, the red targeting laser dot painting a bright circle right on my chest plate. annoyed
By Wave 15, I didn't feel like a human anymore. I felt like a finely tuned instrument of death. I had acquired a bow, maximized my arrow deflection, and added a layer of heavy plating to my chassis. I needed it. The arena was now throwing MK-3 Swordsmen at me—heavy bots with armor that required multiple hits to break.