Master of the System

Chapter 102

Grandpa Vremya had already read the rules of the robotics competition on his way to the competition grounds. This wasnt an ordinary robotics competition, one where contestants would be given the same starting materials and told to complete tasks. This was Metal Warbots! A fierce arena where battle robots would fight to the figurative death! After all, how could the annual robotics competition of the capital planet of an intergalactic federation attract any attenders without some violence? Ever since the olden days of humanity, people would rally to watch gladiators slaughter each other. Peasants would flock to public executions, hoping to get a front-row seat of a hanging. Spectators would watch men and women pummel each other in an octagonal ring, cheering as faces were bashed in. Without violence, how could Metal Warbots hope to make a profit?

There werent many rules in Metal Warbots: the robots had to be under a certain weight and size limit; the robots had to be controlled by a human; and surrender wasnt an option. The match ended when the enemy robot was rendered incapable of movement. Afterwards, the contestants would be given an hour to repair their robots, getting it ready for its next match. Other than that, everything else was allowed in Metal Warbotseven battlesuits modified by titan hearts and titan blood.

The contestants waiting room was spacious; it had to be to accommodate all the competitors. There were over a thousand of them. The entry requirements were so relaxed that even Grandpa Vremya could waltz in at the last minute to sign up. Not only did the owner of Metal Warbots turn a blind eye to this, but he actively encouraged anyone and everyone to participate. The more robots there were, the more violence thered be! The longer the competition lasted, the more sales in overpriced food and drink thered be. The audience might be dissatisfied watching two amateur robots duke it out, but that was easily resolved. If the owner noticed a lull in the action, hed personally spice things up by raining down explosives to see whod last the longest or by adding more robots into the fray. He was the owner; the rules didnt apply to him! If the contestants didnt like it, then they could take their t-shirts and leave!

People enjoyed Metal Warbots because it was entertaining, and the owner knew that. In fact, he was the one who was the most entertained. If he didnt have a love for watching robots slaughter each other, would he have founded Metal Warbots in the first place? The owner, Mr. Metal, was obsessed with combat robots and everything about them. In fact, his favorite place to be before Metal Warbots began was in the contestants area, previewing all the machines and imagining them in different scenarios. Of course, most competitors preferred keeping their robots stored away in their interspacial ring, but some flashier contestants left their robots out in the open. Those were the ones Mr. Metal paid attention to; after all, to reveal everything before the fight, didnt that require some amount of confidence?

An odd sight appeared in Mr. Metals view. Although Metal Warbots was popular, it had its own niche audiencemostly hotblooded, young men. It was very rare for someone so old to enjoy Metal Warbots, but it was even rarer for an old man to be competing! Old folk never really enjoyed the twists Mr. Metal added into his program. One minute, they could be engrossed in two robots having a serious boxing matchalbeit a slow onebut then lava could pour into the arena from the ceiling and ruin the fight! Betting on Metal Warbots was a surefire gamble because no one, not even Mr. Metal, knew what was coming next. It took a certain mindset to enjoy senseless violence, and most old people had outgrown that mindset long ago.

Mr. Metal approached the old competitor, who was tinkering with a robot that looked suspiciously like a person inside of a battlesuit. Hello! Is this your first time competing?

Grandpa Vremya glanced at the man who had approached him. Then, he turned back towards his golem. Although his wealth wasnt capable of purchasing large plots of land in an area where real-estate prices were on par with purchasing far-away planets, it was still enough to buy him a battlesuit. He had to purchase one since he had returned Joannes battlesuit to her, and he had no intention of joining the army to obtain a free one.

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Old man, Mr. Metal said with a smile that wasnt really a smile. Dont you know who I am? Im Mr. Metal, the owner of Metal Warbots! If it wasnt for me, do you think you could be here today? Loosen up, will you? Were all here to have fun and enjoy the festivities.

Im not, Grandpa Vremya said, not taking his eyes off his golem. He was inspecting the formation lines made of titan blood painted on the battlesuits surface. Im here to crush everyone, win, and showcase my golem-creation ability to the intergalactic society.

Mr. Metal burst out into laughter. There was a twinkle in his eye as he patted Grandpa Vremyas battlesuits shoulder. How about I help you out? he asked and glanced at Grandpa Vremyas nametag. Elder Vremya, eh? Youre going to be one of our opening competitors!

I dont need your help, Grandpa Vremya said, but at that point, Mr. Metal had already walked away. For a brief moment, a stunned expression appeared on Grandpa Vremyas face. Someone had actually walked away from him before he declared the conversation as over? Only he could do that! It was a good thing Azalea wasnt here, or shed never let him live this moment down.

Tough luck, old man, someone beside Grandpa Vremya said. You shouldnt have treated Mr. Metal that way. Dont you know how much power he has in Metal Warbots? If hes displeased, he can drop a bomb on your robot for no reason!

It wont even come to that, another competitor said. Metal Warbots always opens with the Dominator. The competitor glanced at Grandpa Vremya, noticing there wasnt any reaction. Dominator is the title given to the winner of last years Metal Warbots. The current Dominator has held the title for the last seven years!

Grandpa Vremya snorted and put away his battlesuit. It seemed like Mr. Metal really was helping him out. If the battlesuit defeated the seven-time reigning champion, wouldnt that make him famous? There was a dinging sound, and simultaneously, everyones bracelet flashed. Upon entering the competitors area, Grandpa Vremya had been given one to wear. It had a display, and there were a few functions on it, including one to place bets. On the bracelets display, the first match was announced! Elder Vremyas robot, Battlesuit, would be facing off against Nile Companys robot, Dominator Metal Croc! The first thing Grandpa Vremya did was place a bet on his own victory. Why would he pass up the chance to earn money by simply pressing a few buttons?

Grandpa Vremya made his way out of the competitors area and into the main hall where the battles would be taking place. A staff member guided him into a booth, where he summoned his golem and sent it into the ring. There was a barrier separating the audience from the arena, but it was translucent and didnt interfere visually. Loud cheers rang through the arena as Grandpa Vremyas battlesuit golem walked into its position on the stage. Even louder cheers shook the spectator stands when a golem shaped like a crocodile sauntered into position. It was massive, just barely making the weight and size limits.

Its the Dominator! the host shouted from his booth overwatching the arena. Even nascent-soul cultivators dont dare to take it on. With its weaponized body, its much more dangerous than your average-what the fuck!?

Grandpa Vremyas battlesuit had leapt at the mechanical crocodile and tore it to pieces with its bare hands! The poor robotic animal didnt even have a chance to resist when the battlesuit grabbed its lower and upper jaws, tearing the animal in half straight down the middle. Circuits and electric sparks spurted out like blood, and there was a massive thud as the top half of the crocodile was tossed aside. The battlesuits visor pulsed red, and the formation veins on its body wriggled as it scanned the audience as if thirsting for more!

Dominator Metal Croc has been defeated! In less than the time it takes to let out a fart, the previous champion was torn to bits! What the hell is Elder Vremyas robot made out of!? Are we witnessing the birth of a new champion!? the host shouted into the mic, causing the audience to snap out of their daze.

Another! Throw in another!

Another! Another! Another!

Ha-ha, I hear you loud and clear, folks! Mr. Metal said. At some point, he had entered the hosts booth. This match ended too quickly; as such, well send in another opponent!

Battlesuits next opponent will be. The host waited for the program to match the opponents. Explosive Suicide! Although Sea Forth Companys robot didnt win last year, they were still in the top ten, and theyve made their reappearance again this year!

A robot hopped onto the stage towards Grandpa Vremyas battlesuit. The robot had so many sides on its surface that it looked like a sphere. Without warning, the robot exploded, engulfing the arena in a cloud of dust.

There it is! Explosive Suicides specialty! the host shouted, standing up while smacking the table in his booth with his palm. Specially designed to resist explosions, all of Explosive Suicides attacks are in the form of explosions! I hurt myself, but I hurt you morethats how this fiery robot fights! Battlesuit may be strong, but is it sturdy?

In the middle of the dust cloud, there was a loud screeching sound. After that, there was only silence. When the dust settled down, the dismembered halves of Explosive Suicide were laying on top of the dismembered halves of Metal Croc, and on top of them both, Battlesuit stood with its chin pointed towards the ceiling as if it were looking down on the heavens. It raised its arms towards the ceiling, and a bestial voice came out of its communication system. More!

The crowd went wild!

Another! Another! Another!

Loud laughter rang out of Mr. Metals mouth, and he slapped the table in front of him as well. Send in another! Dont let the festivities stop!