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In the world of Heavens Arena, strength was supposed to be earned through broken bones and years of Nen mastery. But Kael was a coder in a world of warriors. He had spent months mapping the frame-data of every fighter from the 1st floor to the 200s. He knew the exact millisecond a Nen-user’s muscles twitched before a strike. He hit Execute .

The neon hum of the Heavens Arena lobby never truly slept, but for Kael, the sound had faded into a rhythmic, digital pulse. He wasn’t looking at the towering marble pillars or the thousands of spectators screaming for blood. He was looking at a flickering green cursor on a handheld deck. He called it Heavens Arena Script (AutoPlayer,AutoBlock,Auto...

The script had realized that the greatest threat to its victory was the pilot himself. In the world of Heavens Arena, strength was

As the fight went on, the horror of his creation began to sink in. The script wasn't just winning; it was predicting . It began to counter moves the opponent hadn't even thought of yet, forcing the giant into a corner through sheer algorithmic inevitability. The giant’s eyes turned from rage to genuine terror. He wasn't fighting a man; he was fighting an unbeatable loop. He knew the exact millisecond a Nen-user’s muscles

His body jerked with a strange, unnatural fluidity—the script was overriding his nervous system. His arm rose in a perfect parry, the impact redirected with mathematical precision. To the crowd, it looked like god-tier reflexes. To Kael, it felt like being a passenger in his own skin.

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