- Oliver -

  "Alright. We have his name. Oliver Nameless," the entator said. "But we have so little information about him."

  Although Oliver heard his name mentiohe boy kept his focus. ‘They're going to start with training robots. I o clear my area before trying to kill-steal some more,’ he thought, jumping from the wall.

  Returning to his pilr, he prepared to face the new wave of robots. With the increase in the number of adversaries, Oliver could no longer wait for them to approach; he o elimihem as quickly as possible. His eyes sed the battlefield, identifying the hreats moving toward him.

  However, using the Energy Pistol was starting to bee a problem. Each shot ed part of his Energy, and the effort was beginning to take its toll. Fatigue was creeping into his muscles, and his reflexes, once precise, showed subtle signs of slowing down.

  ‘Although the differen numbers isn't huge, I o be careful not to get exhausted,’ he reflected, trying to keep trol of his strategy. He couldn't afford to slow down but knew he o manage his resources intelligently.

  The robots advanced in formation; uhe st wave, all the robots released initially were focused on close bat. Oliver took a deep breath, trating. ‘I o clear them before the mortars start ing.’

  Oliver felt sweat trig down his temple but didn't let it distract him.

  While he was focused on accumuting more points, an ued shadow caught his attention. A colossal tipede was desding the wall of his arena. However, it didn't seem ied in attag or preventing him from shooting. Instead, the creature was destroying the robots he sought to destroy.

  "Hey fuck you! This strategy is mine!" Oliver excimed, frustrated by Cole's audacity.

  "Oliver wasn't the only one who had the idea to steal kills. Cole sent is to each area! The tipedes are stealing eliminations while the flies try to block the oppos' vision!" the entator expined.

  Oliver aimed at the tipede, determio kill it quickly. Although he fired several times with his Energy Pistol, the boy soon realized that none of the shots had any effect.

  "Is it resistant to sers?" Oliver pondered, feeling his irritation grow. "Damn it."

  Uo destroy it from a distance, Oliver quickly ceived another idea. He advaoward the field, spinning and dodging the enemy robots while tinuing to shoot. His movements were fluid, a daween offense and defense, but his goal now was clear: to reach the damn i.

  He seized the opportunity as soon as he got close enough. With surprising agility, he grabbed one of the tipede's rear legs. Using the creature's iia against itself, Oliver swung it in the air, trag an ard hurled it forcefully into another recruit's area.

  The tipede nded heavily, causing chaos in the neighb zohe surprised petitor struggled to deal with the hreat while Oliver fshed a satisfied smile.

  The entator couldn't tain his excitement. "Excellent maneuver! Oliver not only ralized Cole's creature but delivered it to another recruit!"

  Although a smile formed on his face, Oliver knew he faced a new issue. His Energy Pistol would be almost useless at cle, and with his energy level decreasing, he o be careful. Deg to serve his strength, he dissipated the on in a soft glow, g his fists as he felt adrenaline c through his body.

  ‘It's time to put into practice what I learned irial Tower,’ he thought, assuming a bat stance. With a quid precise movement, he advanced against the robot. His eyes captured every detail of the mae—from the metallic joints to the pulsating energy points. He struck squarely at the robot's chest pte with a fast punch. The force, amplified by his Artificial Ranger Armor, caused the oppoo explode in a shower of sparks aallic fragments.

  | Destroy 100 bat robots [50/100]

  After dealing with the robot, Oliver realized he was surrounded by aen, all advang simultaneously. Without a moment's rest, he plunged into a freiovements—spinning, attag, and dodging with almost superhuman agility. Each blow was calcuted and directed at the maes' oints. His senses were heightened; he could hear the hum of servomotors ahe dispt of air caused by meical arms trying to hit him.

  ‘Good thing I increased my agility’, Oliver thanked himself for the decision.

  The enviro around him was trolled chaos. The arena's intense lights reflected off the metal fragments flying with each impact. The ground vibrated with the weight and movement of the maes while the air filled with the smell of burnt oil.

  Oliver used not only his strength but also the terrain to his advantage. He leaped over debris, and slid uhe robots' legs, using broken parts as improvised ons. His mind worked in sync with his body, anticipating the adversaries' movements.

  A distant entator's voice echoed in his ear. However, the boy was immersed in his own world, where only he and the robots existed.

  | Destroy 100 bat robots [60/100]

  As soon as the notification appeared in the er of his vision—that red light blinking on his holographic gau—Oliver felt his senses sharpen instantly. The world around him seemed to slow down for a brief moment. But before he could react, he heard just one word from the entator.

  "Mortar!"

  A deafening explosion tore through the air, and the grouh his feet was obliterated in a cloud of fire and shraphe shockwave threw him several meters backward, his body spinning untrolbly before nding heavily oallic ground. His ears buzzed intensely, a sharp sound that muffled all other noises around. His blurred vision made it difficult to distinguish shapes as he struggled tain his breath and bance.

  Blinking rapidly to clear his vision, Oliver spotted imposing silhouettes emerging through the haze of dust and smoke.

  They were the Kong Artillery Robots—relics of past waves but still formidable iructive power. With massive structures that bined brutality and precision, each Kong was a fusion of engineering and heavy armament. Its tral hull, protected by reinforced titanium ptes and adorned with faded war markings, told stories of a battles. Two artillery towers mounted on the shoulders rotated in unison, preparing to fire more deadly projectiles.

  In their operational core, a very rudimentary but fierce artificial intelligence monitored threats iime, exeg strategies that blended military instind relentless logic.

  "Damn it!" Oliver shouted, his voice muffled by the persistent buzzing in his ears. He pushed himself to stand, while his muscles protested against it.

  Five Kongs were lined up in front of him, their artillery towers already pointed in his dire. Without giving him time to react, they began to fire a rain of missiles. The secutive explosions transformed the battlefield into an inferno, with debris flying in all dires. The ground shook uhe iy of the attacks, and the pressure from the shockwaves made it difficult to stay on his feet. Every sed ted, and the margin for error was ent.

  Realizing he couldn't tinue like this without putting himself at serious risk, Oliver decided to resort to his ace.

  [Prometheus]

  A current of energy coursed through his body, trating in his legs. A bright, almost ethereal aura enveloped his lower limbs. This time, he took care not to el any energy into his arms.

  ‘I just need speed’, the boy thought, his eyes fixed on the robots ahead.

  "Iing. The boy knows how to use this eique, that’s quite rare", the entator expined.

  As soon as the energy peaked, Oliver disappeared from the robots' and spectators' view.

  In an instant, Oliver reappeared beside one of the Kongs. With a precise, energy-charged kick, he struck the robot with tremendous force. The impact made the metal giant stagger, colliding with the others lined up. The rea resulted in a fusion of twisted metal and sparks, temporarily incapacitating the enemies.

  As quickly as he activated the teique, he interrupted the energy flow. He felt a tingling in his legs—exhaustion was beginning to ma.

  ‘I'll still hem’, Oliver rationalized, aware of his body's limits.

  With some of the Kongs disabled, an opening preseself. Oliver seized the moment to advance against the remaining robots, destroying them with powerful hits to their body.

  | Destroy 100 bat robots [65/100]

  Although his area was clear, the battles tinued ihers. Oliver quickly returo the top of the wall. He could see that just uhirty of the sixty zones remained.

  ‘So many have been eliminated already?!’ Oliver thought, worried. He he other zoo collect more points. Without wasting time, he re-equipped his Energy Pistol and resumed stealing kills, oer another.

  Fog primarily oraining robots and ign the artillery robots—knowing they could be helpful to eliminate or at least damage his petitors—his score tio groidly. Until he finally reached the achievement he desired.

  | Destroy 100 bat robots [100/100]

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