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Getting a Technology System in Modern Day Please Bring in the Next Fighter
To say Aron and every viewer watching were surprised would be an understatement; disbelief rippled through across countless screens. None of them could fully grasp what they were witnessing.Among the Conclave viewers, those familiar with the top ten civilizations’ military hierarchies recognized the significance of the creature’s designation. They knew the Erythians reserved numerical rankings for only their most dangerous weapons — and the lower the number, the more devastating the power. For a weapon to hold a two-digit number meant it could contend with nearly any fighter among the top ten civilizations. Yet here it was, frozen in terror before a single man, unable to move, fight, or flee.Though Sentient Weapon No. 70 wasn’t the most powerful of the Erythians' biological creations, it was supposed to be formidable enough to stand against any of the Empire’s fighters. Even if it lacked higher intelligence, its design ensured it could contend with the Xor'Vak's lower-ranking royal
Getting a Technology System in Modern Day Pride-
Having defeated the Symmetra fighter—who, if not for a limited reserve of void energy, could have posed a significant challenge—Aron now faced the final five, each among the Conclave's top-ranking Civilizations. If the Symmetra’s abilities were any indication, these upcoming battles would be the most difficult yet. Each of the remaining civilizations possessed unique racial abilities that made them particularly formidable and fearsome opponents.Aron chose to forgo his rest period, calling forth the next challenger without delay. This time, it was Vaxerion, the Valthroin warrior, stepping into the arena. Clad in his standard-issue military uniform, he presented a disciplined and imposing figure—a sight the Conclave viewers were well accustomed to, signaling the Valthroins' fierce pride in their abilities.For the viewers from the Terran Empire, however, Vaxerion’s appearance was unexpected. Every fighter so far had arrived in armor, even if it was mostly symbolic for some, providing a
Getting a Technology System in Modern Day -Begets the fall
Hearing the Valthorin's brazen invitation, Aron paused, his initial plans slipping away as he considered this unexpected opportunity."I won't decline your offer," he replied, a faint smile forming as the chance to hit a stationary and powerful target presented itself. "And I trust you won’t go back on it."The Valthorin fighter, arms still spread wide, didn't respond, his expression one of complete disinterest. His silence spoke volumes, making it clear he was eager for Aron to act without delay.Unbothered by his opponent's silence, Aron clapped his hands together before spreading them shoulder-width apart, as though measuring an invisible force. Within moments, an explosion rune appeared, pulsating with raw, contained energy."One percent should be enough," he remarked, channeling precisely one percent of his total mana reserve into the rune—a fraction that still exceeded the mana used in all his previous battles combined.With his preparation complete, Aron looked up and addressed
Getting a Technology System in Modern Day Checking the Colosseum
{We will be taking a one-hour break to assess the Colosseum’s structural integrity before resuming,} the AI referee announced, immediately initiating a thorough diagnostic of every corner and component. Its analysis focused on identifying any damage that could compromise the Arena’s safety or functionality. Wherever damage was detected, the AI determined if repairs were necessary or if backups could seamlessly replace compromised parts, ensuring minimal downtime.The break served as a breather for viewers witnessing an extraordinary, high-stakes fight—the likes of which they had never seen before. Typically, wars between civilizations either end swiftly or drag on as wars of attrition until one side surrenders or a ceasefire is reached. But here, events had unexpectedly spiraled into a one-on-one showdown between representatives of both sides.This situation was something entirely unique, born from a rare combination of circumstances that couldn’t have aligned if even one factor had b
Getting a Technology System in Modern Day The Masters of Stealth
To say the Shadari were scary would be an overstatement; they were simply optimized for stealth. Their strength lay in their ability to remain unseen, to blend into the surroundings, making them masters of subtlety rather than intimidation. Their choice of attire, nothing more than a fabric that resembled a veil, made perfect sense for their specialization. To them, wearing traditional armor was akin to lighting a fire on a scorching summer day to keep warm—a completely counterproductive choice. The veil-like material both absorbed and distorted light, leaving many to wonder if it was part of the Shadari’s skin or simply a unique uniform. This baffling effect was all the viewers could discern from the livestream feed, which struggled to capture a clear image of the fighter. The sight—or lack thereof—was enough to rekindle a flicker of hope among the audience, who had almost given up any optimism after watching previous fights that only reinforced Aron’s seemingly insurmountable stren
Getting a Technology System in Modern Day A Second Round
Aron maintained his position, following the Shadari fighter who appeared unaware of Aron’s persistent shadowing. With his ability, Aron easily tracked the fighter through the terrain, knowing that his opponent couldn’t see through solid objects as he could.After a lengthy journey spanning several tens of kilometers, the Shadari fighter finally halted but remained hidden beneath the surface. It seemed he needed a few moments to regain his composure and rethink his approach to the fight.Minutes slipped by in silence. Five full minutes passed, with the Shadari showing no signs of movement or preparation, merely resting in place.“What happens if he just stays underground?” Aron asked Nova.{After a certain period, at the AI’s discretion, intervention becomes mandatory. She may force the hidden fighter to reengage or even declare the fight over,} Nova replied, blending the known rules with some hypothetical aspects, as such an extended period of hiding wasn’t explicitly covered.“Well,
Getting a Technology System in Modern Day The Zelvora
[A/N Sorry for the messy upload I had exams last week and needed to prepare for them.]The arena returned to its customary silence, its vast expanse now eerily still. At most, it had hosted two occupants at a time during the matches, but now only one figure remained—a steadfast presence who had not left since stepping foot inside. It was the same person who had dominated from the start: Aron.Aron stood in the center of the arena, patiently waiting for the mandatory twenty-minute rest period to pass. The break had been imposed by the AI referee, not for his benefit but to address a pressing issue. Although his previous explosion had been meticulously contained within his shield, some of the vibrations had rippled outward, impacting the Colosseum.Given that several pieces of equipment were already running on backup systems due to his earlier bouts, the AI deemed it necessary to pause the proceedings. The downtime allowed for essential diagnostics to ensure everything was functioning p
Getting a Technology System in Modern Day A Month Later
{What do you mean, sir?} Nova responded, her tone laced with surprise. “What is your name?” Aron asked, his tone steady but scrutinizing. {Nova, it's the name you gave me after creating me,} she answered promptly. “What is…” Aron’s voice trailed off again, his eyes narrowing. For the next twenty seconds, the exchange between Aron and Nova intensified, becoming a rapid-fire interrogation. Aron fired off more than 150 questions, probing her knowledge, function, and past interactions with him. Nova answered each query flawlessly, without hesitation or deviation, her responses perfectly aligned with what Aron knew to be true. Despite her impeccable answers, Aron’s unease didn’t waver. Something still felt off, a subtle discord he couldn’t yet define. He took a deep breath, deciding it was time to move to a definitive test. “Show me the stream feed,” he demanded, his voice edged with suspicion. {Unfortunately, I don’t have access to that data,} came Nova’s reply, the same resp
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Our Conditions
“Should we accept your requests, what are the conditions?” the Elara representative asked, breaking the heavy silence that had settled over the room. The air was thick with contemplation as each delegate weighed the enormous implications of the offer before them.They all knew this wasn’t the meeting where a decision would be made. The stakes were far too high. Instead, they were here to gather the full list of demands, terms, and potential benefits, enough to return to their respective governments and present a comprehensive proposal for final judgment.Masimbi gave a slight nod, then replied steadily, “There are only a few conditions, but each exists for good reason. They’re not just to protect our interests, but to ensure that the system cannot be corrupted or weaponized to the detriment of the entire network.”He raised one finger.“First, we require that the VR network be protected from hostile interference. This protection must be formally enshrined within Conclave law. Any indi
Resumption
The meeting that had initially been postponed for just one day ended up being delayed by an additional four days at the request of the representatives. They needed more time to inform their governments, allow them to fully digest the implications of the technology, and formulate a new approach before presenting their decisions.Though five days might have seemed excessive at first, the time passed in what felt like the blink of an eye. When they reconvened in the same meeting room, the atmosphere had shifted. Gone were the strategies and agendas of the original meeting, replaced now by entirely new plans shaped by the earth-shattering potential of what they had witnessed."Our government is inquiring about the possibility of purchasing the technology," Carvath said as soon as the floor was opened. "They’re ready to hear your terms in exchange for it."Over the course of nearly five days of rigorous analysis, the top fifteen civilizations formed a covert pact to collaborate in investig
Nyx's First Action
“Looks like this is what he was talking about,” the Trinarian prince murmured as he removed the VR device from his head. The thin, metallic trusses, designed to automatically and comfortably adjust to any head size or shape, felt strangely underwhelming in his hands, considering the sheer magnitude of what they were capable of.He stared at it, already dreading the thought of going back to a life without this technology. Now that he knew it existed, how could he? More importantly, he knew the government would feel the same once they learned the full extent of its capabilities.“Any updates on our request for a meeting with the emperor, or are they still delaying?” the prince asked, not bothering to look up.“We haven’t checked yet, sir,” his assistant replied. “We were awaiting your directive. With this new information, you may want to reconsider your approach, perhaps adjust what we’re willing to offer after consulting with the king and hearing his input.”The prince smirked slightly
I Need a Moment of Peace
One Hour Later“Then we will take an hour-long break for him to update you on his findings,” Masimbi announced, pausing the meeting just as Cravath logged out. Without hesitation, he and the other human representatives stood up and left the room, granting the others privacy to discuss without fear of prying eyes.The moment the doors closed behind them, Cravath wasted no time.Without a word, he pulled every representative into his mental network, no warning, no request for permission.Yet, not a single one resisted.They all understood the urgency. Whatever he had discovered was significant enough that he deemed it necessary to share immediately and without interference.Curiosity and unease filled the air as they waited for his findings.………….“The two hours I spent there told me everything I needed to know about it. And if anything, they’re underrepresenting what this technology can do,” Cravath said the moment everyone took a seat at the rudimentary round table he had constructed.
The Zelvora Scapegoat
“Would you like to test it?” Masimbia asked, his tone calm and measured. There was no point in further explanations, he knew their minds were already racing with doubt. Instead of arguing over the validity of the technology, he would let the results speak for themselves.Silence.None of them answered immediately. Their hesitation was obvious, their expressions guarded. Trust between them and the Empire was at its lowest, this was nothing more than a transactional relationship, devoid of any real goodwill.And with what they knew of the Zelvora’s capabilities, both in offense and defense, some from firsthand experience, how could they be sure this wasn’t a trap?What if, the moment they put on the devices, the Empire activated them?Trapping them in an illusion. Brainwashing them. Shattering their minds. Or, worst of all, extracting their memories, laying bare their governments’ secrets, their personal vulnerabilities, handing the Empire an undeniable edge.The risk was too great.
Dreznor II
For hours, Dreznor spoke, recounting every memory that surfaced. His voice wavered at times, thick with emotion, but he pressed on. He told Little Protagonist about his past, the life he once had, and the chains that had bound him ever since he was fifteen.His civilization had lost a brutal war against a neighboring power, and the terms of surrender had been merciless. Anyone who had played a role in the war—whether as a soldier, a medic, a logistics officer, or even a mere clerk in the government—was stripped of their freedom. Families of these individuals were not spared either. Some were forced into indentured servitude, while others, like Dreznor and his mother, were outright sold as slaves. His father, being a valiant General who had fought to the very end and perished on the battlefield, sealed their fate. Yet fortune intervened, as Dreznor and his mother found themselves purchased together by a single owner.For thirty years, Dreznor had known nothing but servitude. He had gro
Dreznor
He didn’t have much time to think. The sudden appearance of the hologram had momentarily halted his descent into unconsciousness, but it was only a brief reprieve. The weight of his injuries and exhaustion soon resumed their pull, forcing him to act quickly.His gaze lingered on the lifeless forms of his family, their bloodied bodies forever frozen in time. He had nothing left. No reason to hesitate. If revenge was possible, then he would seize it. And if this was nothing more than a hallucination, then so be it, at least he would soon be reunited with them.Summoning the last embers of strength in his battered body, he lifted his trembling, bloodstained hand and pressed [YES]. The moment his finger made contact, the darkness claimed him entirely.Yet, he was still aware.‘I’m pretty sure I lost consciousness… so why am I still here?’ The thought echoed through his mind as he found himself suspended in a void, weightless and without pain, yet utterly disconnected from any sensation. I
An Offer
"Although the suggestion is good, unfortunately, I cannot make a decision on this matter. I will need to report back to my government so they can decide before I can provide a conclusive response," said the Elara representative the moment Masimbi concluded the introduction and explanation of the first agenda."The same goes for me," added the Valthorin representative.As if a dam had broken, nearly every other representative echoed similar statements, citing the need to consult their respective governments before making any commitments. Only a few, including the Xor’Vak representative, remained silent.Masimbi, unfazed by the predictable response, simply nodded. "Then we will postpone this agenda until you receive decisions from your leadership." He didn’t even wait for the silent ones to speak, already anticipating that they, too, would say the same.With everyone either nodding in agreement or remaining passive, Masimbi wasted no time and moved on to the next topic on the agenda: bu
A Dilemma
Over the next two days, the Astral Conclave representative and their entourage found little excitement, spending most of their time within the space station. Workers meticulously organized their inventory, transferring cargo from their ships to storage, while those with free time explored the station, some out of curiosity, others to analyze the empire’s design philosophy and compare it to their own.Concerns about being spied on had been dismissed early. Upon arrival, their security personnel conducted thorough scans for surveillance devices, only to discover that the empire had taken extreme measures to ensure privacy. The station's walls had a unique structure, two parallel layers filled with mana in its gaseous form, separated by a mana-free void. This design effectively blocked both conventional surveillance methods and mana-based detection techniques. The sheer level of effort and resources invested into guaranteeing privacy was almost unsettling, signaling just how far the empi
