Reincarnated With A System Of Different Genre

"Three, two, one…"

The floating countdown reached its end.

"Time's up!"

The announcer's voice thundered throughout the Grand Epix.

Instantly, every remaining Imagination Marble dissolved into countless silver particles before disappearing entirely.

The Round of Creation had officially concluded.

For a heartbeat, silence filled the stadium.

Then, the barriers separating countless participants vanished one after another.

Thousands of spectators leaned forward simultaneously.

"WOOOOOOOO!!"

Cheers erupted across the Grand Epix.

Everywhere people looked, incredible creations stood proudly within their cubes.

Some competitors had built towering mechanical dragons.

Others rode enormous phoenixes whose wings shimmered with molten fire.

There were armored sea serpents.

Walking fortresses.

Entire floating islands converted into racing machines.

One participant had somehow built a moving mountain.

Another had created a colossal mechanical whale.

There were giant insects, mythical beasts, enchanted castles, living forests, warships capable of sailing through the sky, and countless bizarre creations that defied common sense.

Imagination alone had decided what was possible.

The audience eagerly discussed every creation they saw.

"That dragon looks amazing!"

"Look at that castle!"

"Wait, is that entire ocean moving?"

"This year's competitors are insane!"

Then, their voices gradually disappeared.

One by one, people's gazes drifted towards a particular abomination.

"…"

"What is that?"

The stadium slowly fell into an eerie silence.

Even the announcer paused.

Among all the extraordinary creations...

One stood apart.

And, it belonged to Voomie.

The Chihuchi happily wagged her tail while sitting inside a creature that no one wanted to look at for very long.

It wasn't a dragon.

Nor a mech.

Nor even something that could easily be described as a vehicle.

It was an Outer God.

A gigantic, impossible existence whose form seemed to reject reason itself.

Its true shape refused to remain consistent.

At one moment it resembled an endless mass of twisting tendrils.

The next, it became an enormous eye surrounded by impossible geometry.

Then it shifted again into something no sane mind could fully comprehend.

Its colossal body was wrapped in storm-like layers resembling a living nimbostratus cloud.

Those clouds continuously shimmered with impossible colors that had no names.

Simply staring at it for too long made many spectators instinctively avert their eyes.

It felt less like a machine, and more like a calamity given physical form.

The entire stadium became deathly quiet.

Even the joyous atmosphere from moments earlier had vanished.

Then, someone among the older spectators suddenly stood up.

"W-Why?"

"Why is it an Outer God?!"

Another expert nearly choked.

"That Chihuchi actually imagined one?!"

"What in the heavens is wrong with its imagination?!"

"What the hellllll?!"

Unlike the younger audience, many old experts immediately recognized what they were looking at.

Not because they had ever seen an Outer God.

But because ancient records, paintings, and legends had all described similar indescribable horrors.

Seeing one recreated before them, even if it was merely a construct.

It was enough to make their expressions stiffen.

Several quietly took a step backward.

Others subconsciously activated defensive spells before realizing the race hadn't even begun.

Meanwhile, inside the terrifying abomination.

Voomie felt happy.

"Now I can eat anything Woof!"

She looked extremely pleased with herself.

To everyone else, the remaining creations appeared somewhat tame compared to that.

The announcer stretched one arm high into the air.

"Participants! Ready yourselves!"

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Engines roared and runes ignited.

Magic circles rotated beneath enormous machines.

Dragons spread their wings and living fortresses awakened.

Even Voomie's Outer God emitted a low, indescribable hum that made nearby racers instinctively shiver.

Since every competitor had successfully completed a racing machine within the allotted time, no one was eliminated during the Round of Creation.

The miniature world expanded once more before suddenly shrinking from the audience's perspective.

The countless landscapes merged together until every racer appeared upon a single colossal starting line.

Each machine was separated by great distance, giving everyone enough room to begin without immediately colliding.

The announcer's voice echoed throughout the entire stadium.

"For this year's 1,111th Grand Epix, our course has been specially prepared! I guarantee, it is unlike anything you've seen before!"

The stadium answered with thunderous applause.

"And as always, The Grand Epix has only one absolute rule."

He paused for dramatic effect.

"Reach the finish line, as for everything else, you are free to destroy one another as much as you like before getting there!"

He pointed toward the racers.

"NOW! The Grand Epix, BEGINS NOW!!"

BOOOOOOM!!

Thousands of fireworks erupted into the sky.

A deafening horn resounded across the world.

At that exact moment, every participant accelerated.

Or at least, they tried to.

The opening stretch of the course was deceptively simple.

An endless grassland stretched nearly fifty kilometers toward the horizon.

The ideal battlefield for the first exchange of attacks.

Many spectators leaned forward.

Everyone expected explosions, ambushes, and collisions the instant the race began.

Instead, every racer froze in their places.

BOOM!

An overwhelming pressure descended upon the battlefield without warning.

Machines that had just started moving abruptly slowed.

Several flying vehicles wobbled violently.

Even gigantic dragons instinctively lowered their bodies as though an invisible mountain had been placed upon their backs.

"What happened?"

"What's going on?!"

"Did the track activate some hidden mechanism?"

Confused voices spread throughout the spectator stands.

Even the announcer who had now become the commentator, looked puzzled.

This wasn't listed among the opening obstacles.

Before anyone could understand the situation.

Something moved.

And it moved upward.

Far above the starting line, a perfectly smooth metallic disc began rising vertically into the sky.

It ascended in complete silence.

Unaffected by the mysterious pressure blanketing the battlefield.

Only then did countless spectators finally connect the dots.

"That pressure?!"

"It's coming from the flying saucer!"

The realization spread through the stadium like wildfire.

Inside the craft, Caelum glanced at the countless indicators displayed before him.

His lips curved into a satisfied smile.

"So it works."

The crushing force wasn't part of the racecourse at all.

It was his doing.

The moment the race had begun.

His Universal Floating Omni-chine(UFO) had activated its first system.

A wide-area gravity suppression field.

Not strong enough to crush opponents outright.

But more than enough to pin every racer to the ground for those precious opening moments.

As the saucer continued its silent ascent, Caelum looked down upon the entire battlefield.

Every future target was spread out beneath him like pieces on a game board.

His fingers hovered over another row of controls.

A dangerous grin slowly appeared on his face.

"I love big explosions."