The Only Things That Can Threaten a Weird Tale Are Other Weird Tales

Though he really wanted to show that God of Live Broadcast—who looked like a ditzy little girl but radiated Imp energy from head to toe—what people meant when they said "mecha are just limiters," Feng Xue held back from heading straight out, mindful of the image he was trying to maintain.

He climbed into his mecha at a leisurely pace and walked onto the arena, only to find that hardly any Number Plates remained on the concrete pillars. Just then, God of Live Broadcast's voice pierced his ears—

"Oho! The third competitor to climb into a mecha is a dark horse from Bailin Country's Iron Armor Steel Fist tournament! He's never lost a match since entering the sport, and not one of his fights has lasted more than a minute. You could say he's the competitor God-chan has her eye on most this time! But he seems to be taking his time getting into his mecha. Competition, what do you think?"

"I've told you... Never mind. Call me whatever you like." God of Competition sighed, looking thoroughly exhausted, but still dutifully began his commentary:

"Feng Xue isn't a conventional mecha pilot, but that won't stop him from competing in God Selection Arena. In fact, his experience with Mecha Martial Arts may make him better suited to the battlefield of God Selection Arena than a standard pilot. The only problem is that while mecha have an advantage in strength and speed, they also suffer from numerous blind spots and poor maneuverability. His unit is a burst-type mecha, too, so its endurance is a concern. Even if he makes it through the main tournament, I'm not optimistic about his performance on the Battlefield of Gods."

"Is that so? God-chan thinks he has a lot of potential! Especially as an influencer!"

[Haha, God-chan