Battle Of Planets
Chapter 107: Ryzens Arrival

Chapter 107: Ryzens Arrival

Rooftop – Night

Tyson lay on the rooftop, eyes wide open, staring into the endless night sky. The stars blinked above him, but all he could think about was how absolutely useless Blue had been.

"’Go with confidence...’" Tyson muttered under his breath, mimicking Blue’s voice with a frown. "If I had confidence, I wouldn’t have gone to him in the first place."

He sighed, exasperated. "And the guy couldn’t shut up about Emily."

Tyson had gone to him so he could ask for advice regarding his situation since Blue always appeared nonchalant in everything but that guy was flustered when talking about Emily as if he was always reminiscent of her.

Still, he smiled faintly. At least Blue had fallen for someone who was pure at her like Emily. Tyson’s best friend who just recently got over Alex, her crush.

At first, he thought of asking Emily for advice but he dropped it fearing she might not be able to keep things wrapped since she was bad at keeping secrets but somehow she kept the biggest one closed in her heart. the secret that she loved Alex.

"At least those two deserve each other" Tyson smiled as the wind ruffled his black hair, and then his eyes sparked. "Yes! she can help me"

The Farmhouse – Late Night

The room had dim light while curtains swayed in the breeze. Alex and Seraphina lay together in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. The bedsheet was lazily draped over their bare bodies.

Seraphina rested her head on his chest while he ran his hand softly through her hair. "This is the place where we first got engaged," she whispered with a dreamy smile.

"Yeah," Alex replied, a content look in his eyes.

"That was the best day of my life," she said, tilting her face up to look at him. "You finally confessed."

Alex’s lips curled into a soft smile.

"And you know—" she began, but was interrupted by the buzzing of her phone on the bedside table.

Alex frowned, groaning. "Now what does that idiot want? Can’t he leave us alone?"

"Shh." Seraphina reached over and grabbed the phone. "Hey, Tyson."

"Sera, I’m sorry to bother you," Tyson’s voice came through, slightly rushed. "But... it’s kind of urgent. And only you can help me."

Seraphina sat up in bed, brushing her hair aside. Alex rolled his eyes and turned to the other side of the bed, pulling the sheet over his head.

"I’m going to kill him," he mumbled. Seraphina pinched his rear sharply. "Ow! That hurts!" he yelped.

She glared at him, then turned back to her phone with a grin spreading across her face. "Please ignore him. So, what’s up?"

A second later, her mouth dropped open in shock before morphing into a glowing, never-ending smile. "What?!" she gasped excitedly. "You’re serious, Tyson?! Oh my god, that’s amazing news!"

Alex peeked over his shoulder, pulling the sheet halfway down his face. "What happened? Tell me too!"

Seraphina ignored him entirely, hopping off the bed with fresh energy. "Don’t worry, if you’ve made up your mind, you have me. I’ll help you with everything."

Alex watched her walk toward the hallway with a pout. "Great. We just got married and she’s already ditching me..."

He lay there in silent struggle, trying hard not to give in. Showing interest now would destroy his image as the unbothered, aloof prince. And if Seraphina sensed his curiosity? She’d tease him for days.

From the hallway, her voice floated back.

"Don’t worry Tyson She won’t say no" Sera exclaimed exitedly, "I am so happy you have finally decided to propose to her"

Alex froze. Did he hear her right? That dumb Tyson was going to propose to Nancy? That was quick or he was jealous of him and Seraphina taking all the spotlight? He wondered trying to figure out Tyson’s motives but a smirk unknowingly formed on his lips.

He quickly adjusted his face back to poker mode, mumbling into the pillow "Who cares!"

---

Elria

A purple-haired man strolled through the night streets, his eyes wide with curiosity and wonder. Compared to his home city of Liveria, Elria was a marvel—gleaming towers, seamless technology, and citizens who roamed the streets with carefree ease. It was a far cry from the strict, crumbling world he came from.

He paused, tilting his head up at a giant billboard that displayed the smiling faces of the President and her newlywed husband.

"Hmm... this city’s interesting," Ryzen murmured to himself.

A crackle in his earpiece broke his admiration.

"You’re not there for sightseeing," Albert’s voice barked. "Do your goddamn job. I’ve sent you everything on Tyson. I want him dead—tonight."

Ryzen chuckled, slipping his hands into his coat pockets. "Come on, this is the first time I’ve ever left my hometown. Let me have my moment."

"You have to act fast before Edward finds you," Albert warned through the earpiece. "He’s not like Livai—you won’t kill him easily. He’s a seasoned warrior."

"This city’s full of targets, huh?" Ryzen grinned, walking through the streets. "I’ll clear them out in no time. And after that, I want his address. Or else..." His voice dropped into a low threat, "I’ll come for you."

There was a pause from Albert’s side. Then, stiffly, "I promise. You’ll get Ryuk. Just focus on Tyson. No one else."

Ryzen ended the call with a soft chuckle. "Why do people always expect me to follow orders?"

"Humans," his meta-bot chimed, "But I am curious, Why you are so diffrent than them"

Ryzen tilted his head, amused. "I will take it as a compliment," he said while the meta-bot remained silent.

---

At Babylon...

Albert stood rigidly in the lab, facing a metal container, while several engineers anxiously waited for him to step in for his enhancement procedure.

The price he had to pay for this opportunity had been steep. Both Edward and Max demanded more power stones from him than anyone else, punishing him for past Events. If not for Julian’s intervention, Albert would have never gotten this chance.

Julian had convinced them with one argument they couldn’t deny: The Tournament could be called at any moment. Every warrior needed to get stronger for unforeseen situations.

And so here he was—grudgingly accepted into the enhancement program, for the sake of war.

Albert crushed his phone in his hand, shards falling to the floor. "After you clean out Tyson and the others, Ryzen... you’ll be next."

"Sir," the lead researcher said carefully. "We should start the procedure."

"Let’s go," Albert snapped, stepping toward the container. "And make sure I get the highest possible power points out of this. Or else..." He let the threat hang in the air.

The lead researcher swallowed nervously. He knew it didn’t work that way—enhancement outcomes were unpredictable and always dependent on the warriors’ potential. At least that’s how they perceived the strange increases of power points among the Rangers.

but who was he kidding? Albert didn’t care about logic or predictions, He just wanted someone to blame if things went wrong to mask his incompetence.

The purple power stone flashed with power as finally Albert stepped in and lay inside the container, to be stronger than he ever was, to surpass power points of 79 so he could take revenge if that boy failed.

He wanted revenge and nothing else, after enhancement Edward managed to match his power points but things will change tonight. Albert will surpass his limits even if it means getting help from his dead enemy Victor Method.

"We will start the procedure" The lead researcher shouted. Albert remaniend quite bracing for the pain.

"I WILL KILL ROGERS" Albert shouted as purple energy began coursing into his meta-bot and into his body through the container. "THEN I WILL MAKE VICTORS FAMILY WILL SUFFER THE BURNT,"

He screamed.

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Elria, Airport.

The scene shifted to the bustling airport of Elria, where a young man in a dark hoodie and matching clothes stepped out, his headphones snug over his ears.

"You must be careful," Steve’s voice crackled through the phone. "First, report to General Edward. I’ve already informed him of your arrival — it would cause problems if another General visited the city without the ruler’s permission."

Ryuk glanced around nervously, looking every bit like a lost child in a foreign place.

"Huh? Say something! He’s talking to you, for god’s sake," the black meta-bot on his chest barked. "Seriously, I’m stuck with a side character."

"Excuse me?" Ryuk muttered, still scanning the crowd. "You’re more of a side chick than I am — like those female leads in bad novels."

"How dare you, human!" the meta-bot sputtered, its small mechanical voice full of offense.

A loud sigh came from Steve’s end. "Stop fighting, and be careful, you idiots," he snapped. "I’m dying here, worrying about you — and you’re arguing like it’s some novel plot!"

"Yes, sir," both Ryuk and the meta-bot chorused obediently.

Steve exhaled, trying to calm himself. "I only allowed you to go because you wanted to meet Victor’s family," he said. "Behave yourself, or I will drag you back — by your ear."

"Yes, yes," Ryuk nodded absentmindedly as the call ended with a sharp click. He slipped the phone into his pocket. "Man, he’s cranky today."

"Hmph. I would be too if I didn’t get to read the next volume," the meta-bot grumbled. "Now let’s find a place to sit and start reading already!"