Transported Into Another World With A System

This is no ordinary match

As Ryo sat on the ground, his chest heaving with every breath, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Stage Two had pushed him harder than he ever expected, but he had come out on top. The adrenaline was still coursing through his veins, and the thrill of victory filled his senses. However, something gnawed at the back of his mind—the message from Ross.

*The real challenge hasn’t even begun yet.*

Ryo’s eyes narrowed, his instincts telling him that this wasn’t just a casual warning. Ross was up to something. The contract, the training field, the S-Rank robots—it was all part of something bigger, something he wasn’t fully aware of yet.

Just as he was about to get up, another notification popped up.

[STAGE THREE UNLOCKED]
[DO YOU WISH TO CONTINUE?]
[YES / NO]

Ryo stared at the screen, his thumb hovering over the options. He was tired, drenched in sweat, and his body ached from the intensity of the previous stages. But his competitive spirit flared up again. If Stage Two had been that intense, what would Stage Three be like?

Before he could make a decision, another message came through. It was from Ross again, and this time it wasn’t cryptic.

[“You don’t have to keep going, Ryo. Stage Three is… different. No one would blame you for stopping here. You’ve already impressed everyone.”]

Ryo clenched his jaw. He could sense the challenge hidden in Ross’s words. Maybe it was true that no one would blame him, but he would. He wasn’t someone who quit when things got hard. If Ross thought a little warning would scare him off, he had no idea who he was dealing with.

With a determined look, Ryo pressed **YES**.

The system responded immediately.

[STAGE THREE ACTIVATION IN PROGRESS…]

The field began to change again, but this time it wasn’t just a shift in the terrain. The very air around Ryo felt different, thicker, as if the atmosphere itself was pressing down on him. The ground beneath his feet trembled, and he could hear the whir of machinery deep below the surface, like something immense was awakening.

The livestream audience was going wild again, the chat filling with messages of disbelief and excitement.

**"He’s going for Stage Three! No way!"**

**"Has anyone ever completed Stage Three before?"**

**"This is gonna be insane. Hold onto your seats!"**

As the landscape finished shifting, Ryo found himself standing in what looked like a vast arena. The obstacles were gone, replaced by towering walls that surrounded him on all sides. The sky overhead was dark, and lightning crackled in the distance. The once polished, high-tech training field now resembled something out of a dystopian battlefield.

But the most striking difference wasn’t the arena—it was the opponents. Instead of sleek, humanoid robots like before, Ryo was now facing towering mechanical beasts. They were massive, almost twice the height of the previous robots, with limbs that ended in jagged claws and glowing red eyes that tracked his every movement.

There were three of them, but they were nothing like the robots from the earlier stages. These were war machines, designed for destruction, not training. Ryo could feel the difference in their presence immediately. The way they moved, the way they watched him—it was like they were sizing him up, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

A new notification flashed.

[STAGE THREE OBJECTIVE: SURVIVE.]

Ryo’s heart skipped a beat. *Survive?* He had been expecting a difficult match, but this… this was something else entirely. He quickly glanced at the drone hovering above, realizing that this was all still being livestreamed. Thousands, maybe millions of people were watching him now, waiting to see what he would do next.

One of the mechanical beasts let out a deep, guttural roar, its chest plates opening to reveal rows of missile launchers. Ryo barely had time to react before it fired, sending a volley of projectiles straight toward him. He dove to the side, rolling across the ground as the missiles exploded behind him, sending shockwaves through the arena.

This was no ordinary match. This was war.

Ryo scrambled to his feet, his mind racing. He needed a plan, and fast. The beasts were far too powerful for him to take on directly, and he had no weapons, only his agility and his instincts. But then he remembered—this was still technically a training field. There had to be something he could use to his advantage.

As he sprinted across the arena, dodging the attacks of the three mechanical monsters, Ryo’s eyes scanned the environment. There—just behind one of the walls—he spotted a series of control panels embedded in the ground. If he could reach them, maybe he could hack the system or trigger some kind of defense mechanism.

The closest beast saw where he was headed and charged after him, its massive claws ripping through the ground as it closed the distance. Ryo pushed himself harder, his legs burning as he sprinted faster than he ever had before. Just as the beast’s claw came down to crush him, he slid under it, skidding across the dirt and slamming his hand onto the control panel.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, the entire arena rumbled.

From the walls surrounding the battlefield, energy shields flickered to life, creating barriers between Ryo and the beasts. The monsters howled in frustration as their movements were restricted, but Ryo knew it wouldn’t last. The shields were temporary, and he had only bought himself a few seconds to think.

Another message from Ross appeared in front of him.

[“Clever. But you’ll need more than shields to win this.”]

Ryo gritted his teeth. Ross was watching, probably from the control room, enjoying the spectacle. But Ryo wasn’t just fighting for show—he was fighting to prove something, not just to Ross or the audience, but to himself.

With the shields up, Ryo took a moment to catch his breath. His mind raced, trying to figure out his next move. The control panels might offer more than just temporary shields, but he needed time to figure out how to fully manipulate the system. And with the beasts hammering at the barriers, he didn’t have much time.

Then, it hit him. The drones. The livestream drones were equipped with cameras, but they also had sensors—sensors that could potentially be repurposed for tactical feedback. If he could hack into the drone’s system, he might be able to use them to locate weak points in the beasts.

Ignoring the sounds of the shields cracking under the relentless assault, Ryo quickly accessed the control panel and began to reroute the drone’s interface. It wasn’t easy—he wasn’t a hacker by any means—but the training field had basic programming functions, and he had spent enough time in tech labs to know his way around a system.

The drones buzzed overhead, shifting their focus. A moment later, a new series of holographic displays appeared in front of him, highlighting weak points on the beasts’ armor.

Ryo grinned. Now, he had a fighting chance.

The shields finally gave way, and the beasts surged forward, but Ryo was ready. He dashed toward the first one, feinting left before diving to the right, narrowly avoiding its claws. With a quick flick of his foot, he sent the ball flying—directly into the exposed circuitry under the beast’s chest.

Sparks flew as the machine staggered back, its movements glitching and slowing. One down, two to go.