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"Welcome, Human 402, to your new life!" a booming, synthetic voice echoed from the massive floating screen above. It was the Emperor’s main commentator, a massive floating bot with a penchant for cruel sarcasm. "You have been upgraded! Try not to get sliced in half in the first ten seconds. The crowd hates a short show."

By Wave 15, I didn't feel like a human anymore. I felt like a finely tuned instrument of death. I had acquired a bow, maximized my arrow deflection, and added a layer of heavy plating to my chassis. I needed it. The arena was now throwing MK-3 Swordsmen at me—heavy bots with armor that required multiple hits to break. File: Clone.Drone.in.the.Danger.Zone.v1.3.1.37....

I looked up at the commentator ship. I wasn't just a clone fighting for amusement anymore. Every robot I destroyed, every arrow I deflected, was a middle finger to the Empire that had stolen my human life. "Welcome, Human 402, to your new life

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 . Try not to get sliced in half in the first ten seconds

"It seems Human 402 is getting cocky," the Emperor's voice cut through the arena. "Let's see how he handles the final challenge of this sector. Unleash the Spidertron!"