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Out stepped a machine three times my size. In its hands was a gravity hammer the size of a small car. One hit from that thing would not just kill me; it would delete my source code.

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.

I didn't think; I reacted. I dashed to the right as the arrow whistled past my head, clanging against the arena wall. My metal feet clattered against the floor. I closed the distance, swung my sword in a wide horizontal arc, and sliced clean through the archer's torso. Sparks flew, oil sprayed like black blood, and the robot fell in two pieces. File: Clone.Drone.in.the.Danger.Zone.v1.3.1.37....

Then, the floor shook. A massive door at the far end of the arena ground open.

I looked at the terminal. I could upgrade my armor, unlock a bow, or invest in jetpacks. I looked down at my metallic hands. If I was going to survive the chaos, I needed mobility. I chose the and Deflect Arrows . Out stepped a machine three times my size

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!"

Suddenly, the announcer's voice changed. It wasn't mocking anymore. It sounded... annoyed. In my right hand, a laser sword buzzed with violent energy

I had survived twenty waves. I was missing an arm, my chassis was scorched black, and my optical sensors were flickering. But I was still standing.