Demon Lord Armor? Nice name. It's mine now.

In this world, every opportunity and choice went both ways. Give an opportunity to someone without the ability or preparation to seize it, and it would only be wasted.

The man in the suit had always believed that.

Although he held considerable status as an inheritor, those damned puzzle fragments had only come looking for him after he became the user of Arsenal Nation.

And how was an Arsenal Nation user chosen?

By raising venomous insects. Only those who survived hellish training and slaughter were the elite—an old tradition of the warrior race.

But even so, after going through hell and personally killing every competitor in the final battle for the position, he had never envied the gentler systems of other nations.

Because to seize every opportunity, he had to keep improving himself. Improving... improving until he became unparalleled.

A gentle system could not give him that!

The Mechanical Angel had already been tied down by Lilith's vampires? But even if it had, so what?

Certainly, Arsenal Nation had immensely strengthened him. It had given him unparalleled computing power, an inexhaustible mechanical army, and trump cards that even demigods feared!

But... before obtaining Arsenal Nation, he had already stood out among countless Sequence 5s. After all these years, how could he possibly have remained stagnant?

Half of a Mech Warrior's strength came from the machinery they equipped.

The man in the suit took a deep breath. As the sunglasses in his hand completely turned to dust and scattered on the wind, the increasingly dazzling silver technology behind him solidified. All kinds of super weapons poured out from the Gate of Arsenal Nation, while armor crackling with purple arcs of electricity fitted itself over his body.

"Demon Lord Armor..." He calmly raised an arm. An energy vortex instantly appeared, illusory floating