[Welcome to your System Factory]
[Access Time Remaining: 11:59:55]
"Phew... That was close." Adrian fell onto the lush grass of the Factory, letting himself catch a desperate breath. Jumping into his pocket dimension mid-combat was a risky gamble in terms of the rules, but it was the only way he could have survived that magma bomb. He didn't regret it one bit.
'I just hope this move doesn't disqualify me,' he thought, his mind racing. According to the official Galactic Clash rulebook he had assimilated, a fighter was only disqualified if they forfeited, died, or left the arena boundaries for a prolonged period.
But 'disappearing from reality' was a grey area. The only problem now lay in whether their system assumed he was still present.
Adrian monitored the situation via a small piece of invention he had left before departing. He heard the announcer's voice crackle with clear intent.
