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

Chapter 50: Fun



General Maru slammed his cane against the floor, laughing so hard he was gasping for breath. "I can't breathe! I can't! Hahahaha! Another one-move kill! Epic! Epic!!"

He wheeled around to General Liang, who was furiously scribbling notes into a small leather notebook. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Taking notes." General Liang adjusted his glasses seriously. "This level of combat efficiency must be studied, understood, and admired. The future of combat is here."

"You don't even like mechas!!" General Riki shouted.

Meanwhile, General Hong Fei, the largest of them all, wiped tears of laughter from his eyes.

He looked at Damien Bloodbane like a proud father. "Kid, well done. This is the best thing that has happened to us old fogies in months."

General Maru nodded solemnly before breaking into another fit of laughter. "Generations of rivalry, and we finally get to put those mecha bastards in their place!"

Damien Bloodbane couldn't help but smile at their antics even though he felt like he had just joined a gang of ancient hooligans.

He stretched his shoulders lightly. He hadn't even finished warming up his muscles.

He sincerely hoped that the Northern Army Corp would send up a real officer next time, instead of some low ranked private, by the look of things.

"Maybe I should remind them that I won't have much time to play with them, and that they should send at least a sergeant to fight with me." Damien Bloodbane thought graciously.

He pressed the All Speak button.

"Hey. Uhm, Northern Titans," Damien Bloodbane spoke casually, his voice echoing across the battlefield like he was calling in a takeout order. "Listen, I appreciate the warm-up, but could you send someone a little… stronger? Maybe a sergeant? Or, I don't know, someone who at least has the appropriate level of hand-eye coordination to swing a sword properly?"

The Northern Army Corps' private channel was being secretly monitored by the higher-ups, and the moment Damien's words echoed through the comms, absolute chaos erupted.

"Who the hell is this little cocky bastard?!"

"Did he just tell us to send someone stronger?! Who did he even beat?"

"Oh my God… He won against Lieutenant Ye Bai AND Major Harvey!"

"FUCK! This kid is GOOD. But I can't take this level of disrespect!"

"This is a matter of military honor! Deploy someone competent before the old geezers from the Mana Awakened Department hear about this!"

At that moment, Major Reynard Zhou stepped forward.

He had originally come to visit Major Harvey, but what had started as a casual observation had quickly turned into something far more interesting.

From the sidelines, he had watched the entire fiasco unfold.

The graceful yet deadly precision with which Damien Bloodbane had dispatched both Ye Bai and Harvey had ignited something deep in Reynard's core.

Excitement. Bloodlust.

Unlike the previous contestants, he was no ordinary pilot.

Major Reynard Zhou was a BGA veteran.

A top-ranked ACE within the military.

He stepped into the Sim Pod, his fingers dancing over the controls.

"This arrogant brat thinks he can look down on the Northern Army Corps?" Reynard's voice was ice cold. "Fine. I'll put him down myself."

The match loaded.

[Battlefield Selected: Urban Ruins]

The arena was a devastated cityscape, filled with half-collapsed buildings, broken roads, and narrow alleyways.

The perfect battlefield for a sniper.

And his unit?

A fifth-generation light mecha—the Phantom Viper.

Major Reynard Zhou was confident, because unlike the fools who had rushed in blindly before him, he knew exactly what kind of fight this was.

He wasn't going to charge in like an idiot.

He wasn't going to give this "Hungry Monster" a chance to pull his usual nonsense.

No.

This was going to be a slow, methodical execution.

The Phantom Viper was one of the most advanced long-range mechas in existence.

A fifth-generation sniper-artillery hybrid, it specialized in extreme-range combat, capable of striking before the enemy even knew where to look.

The army had designed it specifically to dominate the battlefield from a distance.

It was fast—but not in the reckless, sprinting way of duelist mechas.

It was built for hit-and-run tactics, for weaving in and out of vision, for disappearing the moment the enemy thought they had a shot.

It carried a high-powered blaster rifle, modified for precision.

It had tracking missiles, capable of locking onto targets and adjusting in mid-flight.

It had stealth systems, allowing it to hide in sensor shadows, making it nearly impossible to pinpoint in urban combat.

This wasn't just a mecha.

It was a sniper's dream.

And on this map, Urban Ruins, it was the absolute king.

Major Reynard moved his mecha smoothly as his training took over.

Within seconds, his mecha materialized on top of a ruined skyscraper and his optical scanners immediately locked onto the opposing Battle God.

A melee fighter?

Laughable.

His fingers tapped a few commands, switching between his thermal scope, motion sensors, and radar.

There.

The target was out in the open.

He smirked.

No cover. No escape. No chance.

"This is over."

With a flick of his wrist, his missiles fired.

A deadly cascade of heat-seeking warheads spiralled toward Damien like a storm of death.

At the same time, his rifle flashed, firing a high-powered energy round straight for the cockpit.

This wasn't some reckless brawler charging forward.

This was a kill-zone.

A merciless, calculated execution.

And yet… Something was wrong.

Major Reynard's eyes narrowed.

The Battle God mecha didn't move.

It just stood there. Still. Waiting.

And then it vanished from his sight.

Not cloaked.

Not hidden.

Just… Gone.

His missiles missed. His sniper round hit nothing but air.

"WHAT?!" Before Reynard could even process what had happened, his radar screamed warnings at him.

The Battle God was moving.

It was a blur of motion, a ghostly afterimage, weaving through the battlefield with impossible grace.

Damien Bloodbane's [Sovereign Stride] skill was on full display.

General Maru's eyes widened.

"He's not just dodging—he's predicting!"

General Riki let out a strangled laugh. "He's reading the attack trajectories before they even land!"

Major Reynard's expression twisted in frustration as he fired off missile after missile, sniper shot after sniper shot.

All missed.

Damien Bloodbane's Battle God slipped through the narrowest of gaps, skidded over debris, and zigzagged between ruined buildings at breakneck speeds.

His dance of pure instinct quickly devoured the distance separating the two mechas.

Finally, with a single burst of thrusters, Damien Bloodbane closed the distance.

Too fast.

Major Reynard barely had time to react before Damien Bloodbane's blade sliced through the Phantom Viper's cockpit.

One clean kill.

The screen went black.

Silence.

[YOU HAVE BEEN DEFEATED]

The bright red text appeared once more in the Northern Army Corps BGA Training Room.

XXXXXXXXXX.

The BGA room inside the Powerful Mage Coffee Club erupted in sheer, uncontrollable laughter.

General Maru wheezed so hard that an assistant rushed over with a paper bag.

General Riki was on the floor, kicking his legs like an overturned turtle.

Meanwhile, General Liang, ever the scholar, furiously scribbled in his notebook, mumbling under his breath. "Battle God viability... Combat efficiency at maximum... Truly, the future of warfare…"

General Xian Fei wiped away a tear, still shaking from laughter. "I think we just committed war crimes against the Northern Army. Should we be worried?"

General Riki finally gasped out between fits of laughter. "I swear, if the military wants to arrest this kid, I'll personally request to be his defense attorney."

Meanwhile, Damien Bloodbane leaned back in his seat, stretching lazily.

"Three."

He cracked his knuckles, feeling warmed up at last.

"Finally. That one was actually fun."


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