Reincarnated With A System Of Different Genre

Caelum had no intention of doing the race in the normal way.

In fact, he wanted to end it before it had truly begun.

It might be anticlimactic.

It might even disappoint the spectators.

But, victory was victory.

If overwhelming power could crush every opponent immediately.

Why make things complicated?

Inside the Universal Floating Omni-chine, Caelum calmly pressed a glowing control.

"Let's begin."

A deep mechanical hum echoed through the saucer.

HMMMMMMMM!

On top of the UFO, an enormous symbol resembling the Greek letter Ω gradually ignited with brilliant blue-white light.

The symbol pulsed once.

Then, the upper hull of the saucer slowly unfolded.

Panels slid apart in perfect synchronization.

Metal folded into impossible configurations.

The entire stadium watched in confusion.

"What's he doing?"

"Is that another weapon?"

"No?"

"Why is it opening upward?"

"Why is is expanding?"

Then something emerged turning everyone silent.

The competitors instinctively looked upward.

A colossal shadow swallowed the track.

The artificial sun illuminating the racecourse disappeared behind an object so enormous that daylight itself vanished.

Darkness spread across the grasslands.

Every racer stood frozen.

From the spectator stands, the participants had completely disappeared beneath the shadow.

Only a gigantic silhouette filled everyone's vision.

"What the?!"

"What is that?"

"I can't even see the racers anymore!"

The broadcasting crystals quickly adjusted their perspective.

Until the entire object finally entered the screen.

And for several seconds, nobody spoke.

"…"

Then the stadium erupted.

"How is that even possible?!"

"He didn't just imagine that right."

"He actually built it?!"

"How can anyone compete against something like this?!"

"What kind of monster did he create?!"

Suspended high above the racecourse, connected to the UFO by countless energy conduits hung an unimaginably massive orbital weapons platform.

Its metallic body stretched across the sky like a floating continent.

Thousands of mechanical structures protruded from its surface as countless energy channels glowed beneath layers of reinforced armor.

It looked less like a racing machine, and more like a galactic fleet built solely for war.

Inside the UFO, Caelum casually picked up a communication device.

"Mic test! One, two… Alright the sound is fine."

His voice echoed across the entire battlefield.

"Can everyone hear me?"

Every competitor unconsciously looked toward the sky.

Their expressions became increasingly grim.

Whatever that thing was, none of them liked it.

Among the racers, one young woman stared upward in complete disbelief.

She was the daughter of the Celestial King Oldivat.

Earlier today, she had somehow lost a dessert competition to an arrogant human named Paul.

She had reluctantly accepted that defeat.

Now, another human had casually produced… that.

Her thoughts descended into complete chaos.

'What is happening to this world?!'

Taking a deep breath, she raised her voice.

"Everyone! We cannot fight amongst ourselves anymore!"

She pointed toward the gigantic construct eclipsing the sky.

"Let us defeat that sky abomination together!"

Several angels immediately flew to her side.

Others who recognized the danger quickly nodded.

A fleet capable of overshadowing the battlefield.

Ignoring it would be suicide.

One after another, temporary alliances rapidly formed.

Even participants who had intended to betray one another later silently agreed.

First, they needed to survive.

Only then would the race truly begin.

The angel scanned the battlefield before her gaze landed on Paul.

"…"

He wasn't piloting a dragon, nor a mech or an airship.

He was leisurely sitting on… A bicycle!

Her eyelids twitched.

'A bicycle? Is that his masterpiece?'

She suddenly questioned whether losing to him earlier had all been a nightmare.

'Whatever, he will lose anyway.'

She dismissed him completely.

Then, the sky opened.

Click. Click. Click.

Thousands of metallic hatches unfolded across the gigantic orbital platform overhead.

Each revealed a deep crimson glow from within.

The red lights multiplied.

Every hatch concealed another weapon.

The spectators slowly raised their heads.

Someone quietly whispered.

"Run."

BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!!

The sky exploded as endless storm of gigantic missiles descended like a crimson meteor shower.

At the same time, thousands of scarlet laser beams lanced downward from orbit.

The sky began raining destruction.

And every participant instinctively realized the same thing.

If those attacks landed, the race would end before it had truly begun.

All racers immediately unleashed defensive barriers.

Yet despair gripped the battlefield.

Just when all hope had vanished, something moved.

The colossal Outer God surrounding Voomie slowly writhed.

Its impossible body twisted in ways that hurt the mind to observe.

Tentacles beyond counting unfurled into the sky.

Its storm-like body expanded until it seemed determined to challenge the very sky itself.

The spectators watched in stunned silence.

"What is it doing...?"

The answer came an instant later.

The Outer God opened a void that shouldn't exist.

The rain of missiles disappeared into it.

The scarlet lasers vanished without leaving so much as a ripple.

Everything was swallowed.

As though the attacks had never existed.

"…"

The entire stadium fell silent.

Even the announcer forgot to speak.

Inside the impossible creature, Voomie yawned trying her best to open her eye.

She looked upward at the endless stream of weapons disappearing into her construct.

"Owner is becoming bad, I need to correct his behavior."

In this form, Voomie had become something that no longer obeyed common sense.

There was no concept of something being inedible.

Even things that couldn't normally be touched.

If it existed, she could eat it.

The Outer God's countless tentacles stretched even farther into the sky.

One after another, they intercepted the descending barrage, greedily consuming everything in their path.

Not a single missile escaped.

Not a single laser reached the ground.

Inside the UFO, warning lights suddenly flashed in front of Caelum.

"This dog needs a beating!"

Down below, the crushing pressure blanketing the battlefield abruptly weakened.

Without needing to maintain the orbital bombardment, the gravity system relaxed for a brief moment.

The participants immediately noticed.

"The pressure!"

"It's weakening!"

"We can move again!"

A beast rider raised his fist.

"We've got a chance!"

Another racer pointed toward Voomie's monstrous construct.

"Our savior!"

Someone, in the heat of the moment, shouted.

"All hail the Fat Dog God!"

"ALL HAIL THE FAT DOG GOD!"

The chant spread through the battlefield with surprising speed.

Even participants who had no idea what Voomie actually was, found themselves yelling it as they accelerated.

Anything was better than becoming debris.

Realizing this brief opening might be their only opportunity, the racers stopped holding back.

Dragons unleashed their breath.

Sea Serpents summoned towering tidal waves.

Ancient beasts awakened forbidden abilities.

Mechanical fortresses revealed hidden cannons.

Mythical creatures activated secret transformations.

One trump card after another appeared across the battlefield.

No one cared about conserving strength anymore.

Because everyone understood the same thing.

If they remained caught between those two absurd monsters, their Grand Epix journey would end.

And somewhere, a black cat admired the devouring ability shown by that creature.