"They locked the developer console." Vahn murmured aloud as his voice echoed in the empty arena. He looked down at his hands and flexed his fingers.
To any other player, losing their magic and system-altering abilities would be a terrifying death sentence. But to Vahn, it was merely a change in the variables. They had sealed his Origin Energy and locked away his ability to edit the universe.
However, the system couldn't delete his physical infrastructure. The tens of millions of experience points he had forcefully injected into his base code remained completely intact!
[System Remark]
↳ Floor 1: Engaging Hostiles.
The heavy iron grates lining the walls of the arena violently snapped open. Fifty Level 10 Iron-Clad Centurions poured into the room. They were massive clockwork knights wielding rusted broadswords. They moved with mechanical precision as their glowing red optical sensors locked onto the solitary and unarmored man standing in the center of the ring.
