No! I don't want to be a Super Necromancer!

Inside his cockpit, Damien Bloodbane cracked his knuckles and flexed his fingers over the controls as his HUD flickered to life, displaying vitals, mecha diagnostics, and a tactical map of the battlefield.

The wreckage of his fallen allies was scattered across the ruins with the five remaining enemies dispersed all over the map, unchallenged.

The Battle God remained still, unmoving in the aftermath of the one-sided slaughter. None of the enemy pilots had even considered him a threat. He wasn't worth their time. He was just the leftover opponent, an outdated relic of a mecha with no abilities, no defense, and no firepower.

That was their biggest mistake.

Damien Bloodbane exhaled slowly, his mind racing. This was the perfect opportunity to experiment.

The Battle God was a stripped-down, barebones model, a relic of a past era, lacking the advanced systems that every other mecha relied on. But in exchange for all the things it lacked, it was free from unnecessary weight, bloated subroutines, and reliance on automated movement correction.

It was raw.

It was pure.

It was the perfect extension of his body.

The moment the thought solidified, he launched forward.

Zhao Wei, perched in his sniper's nest, had his railgun trained on the battlefield, his crosshairs lazily sweeping across the ruined cityscape. His squad had executed the operation with near-perfect efficiency, and there was only one enemy left.

The final kill should have been routine, a simple cleanup.

Then, the Battle God vanished.

His instincts screamed, but his mind refused to process what he was seeing. The enemy mecha hadn't boosted, hadn't accelerated in a linear path, hadn't moved in any way that he could track.

It simply blurred, appearing in one place and then suddenly reappearing somewhere else, its unpredictable bursts of movement completely outside the expected patterns of any trained pilot.

"What the—"

Before he could adjust, a streak of silver filled his screen.

His HUD flickered red as the enemy sword sliced clean through his cockpit, severing all systems in an instant. His screen darkened just as the explosion engulfed his vision.

"What the hell?!" Zhao Wei shouted incredulously.

First kill.

Chen Kai's light skirmisher mech was built for speed, maneuverability, and rapid repositioning. He had spent years refining his reflexes and perfecting his ability to react to the slightest changes on the battlefield. Yet when he turned toward Damien, something felt wrong.

The Battle God wasn't moving like any opponent he had ever faced.

There were no carefully calculated dodges, no subtle course corrections, no reliance on thruster-assisted agility. Instead, it was slipping between angles in sharp, deliberate bursts, its footwork more like a duelist than a machine.

Chen Kai boosted to the left, trying to reposition.

But as though he had read his mind, the Battle God was already there. A flicker of metal, a single step forward, and the titanium blade was carving through his reactor core before he even had the chance to counter.

His control panel flashed red, then everything disappeared in fire.

Second kill.

Fang Rui had never lost a close-quarters fight.

Armed with twin vibro-axes and a reinforced frame, he had trained for melee combat in every possible scenario. There was no way an opponent in a standard model mecha, let alone one as outdated as the Battle God, could challenge him in a fight at this range.

He charged without hesitation, weapons raised high, his confidence unshaken. His axes came down in a powerful arc, yet the moment they should have connected, they simply didn't.

Instead of blocking or dodging in a predictable way, Damien twisted his mecha's frame at an impossible angle, sidestepping so cleanly that the axes passed through empty air, missing him by a fraction of an inch.

Fang Rui had no time to adjust before the enemy was already on him, vaulting up onto his shoulder with frightening ease. His instincts told him to shake the opponent off, but before he could even react, the titanium blade pierced through his cockpit, severing his systems in one clean thrust.

His last thought before his screen went dark was disbelief.

Third kill.

Xu Jian knew there was no time for hesitation. His artillery mech was already locking onto the enemy's position, tracking Damien's movements as he closed the distance. He launched a barrage of missiles and filled the sky with streaks of fire.

The explosions swallowed everything in a wide radius.

But the Battle God didn't retreat.

He ran straight into the barrage, weaving between the incoming missiles in a way that should have been impossible. His footwork was too sharp, his momentum too precise, his ability to adjust to each attack defying everything the enemy pilots had learned about how mechas were supposed to move.

Xu Jian watched in horror as the Battle God closed the distance in mere seconds. The moment he saw the titanium blade raised for a killing strike, he knew it was already over.

The final explosion engulfed his mecha as his HUD failed.

Fourth kill.

Liu Feng's fingers trembled slightly on the controls as he activated every defensive measure at his disposal. His HUD filled with targeting systems, automatic fire correction, and emergency shielding, all working in tandem to unleash a wall of suppressive fire between him and the rapidly approaching enemy.

This wasn't just some highly skilled pilot.

This was something else.

He tried to focus, tried to stay calm, but he could already see the inevitable conclusion of this fight. No matter how much firepower he unleashed, the Battle God simply moved through it.

The sleek mecha slipped between the hail of bullets like a phantom on the hunt.

Liu Feng fired again and boosted backward to create some space, but the Battle God was already in front of him. His sword flashed in the dim light of the battlefield, and before Liu Feng could react, his cockpit was split apart in a clean, decisive cut.

Lie Feng despaired.

Fifth kill.

Outside the simulation, Ye Bai's expression, usually unreadable, showed a flicker of something close to surprise.

Her five sergeants had executed a flawless assault.

They had efficiently dismantled their opponents in under a minute with textbook precision. It should have been a routine match, nothing more than an opportunity to showcase their dominance.

Yet, in the span of another minute, a single opponent had erased all of them.

A mecha nobody used.

A mecha that should have lost before the fight even began.

The Battle God.

Ye Bai tapped her fingers against the console, her gray eyes narrowing slightly as an inkling of realization hit her.

"Was this what the designers of Battle God Arena had in mind when they placed this Battle God mecha within it? That it was not meant to be the first mecha that recruits trained in, but the final mecha for the ultimate pilot to use?"

Her lips parted slightly as she murmured under her breath.

Her bountiful chest heaved erotically as her excitement spiked.

"Interesting."

For the first time in a long while, Ye Bai found herself genuinely intrigued.

Her hands twitched slightly as she fought back a strong desire to get into a Sim Pod to try out the Battle God as well.