Battle Of Planets
Chapter 121 Untill we die

Chapter 121: 121 Untill we die

Battle Room,

Everyone was watching as only three warriors stood against more than ten sand golems. Even though their leader, Edward, had hinted at how to destroy the sand monsters, it was far from an easy task. The golems were relentless.

Most of the spectators weren’t cheering. They were silent. Tense. They were afraid. Afraid that they might be dragged into the fight, afraid to admit that, deep down, this was already their fight too.

The system’s message had carved fear into their minds...

Complete the tasks or die trying.

That was it—simple and brutal. Unless everyone inside the dungeon was dead or victorious, the map wouldn’t change. There was no escape, no way out.

Lara was crouched on the floor, tears dripping through her fingers as she hid her face in her hands. She didn’t want to die. She didn’t want to face death head-on. But something inside her stirred... trembling as she watched Tyson fight.

He was their leader—the man she loved. And yet, while he was risking his life... she was hiding like a coward.

Her thoughts spiraled. What if Nancy were here? If she were one of the Rangers, would she have stood by Tyson’s side? Would she have fought to protect him... or would she be sitting here too, frozen in fear, doing nothing while her man battled to the death?

Bee mumbled to himself in the corner, rocking slightly as he whispered his own tune."It’s not safe out there... we shouldn’t go..."

Ken clenched his fists, eyes fixed on Tyson. Tyson was brave—so were the others.All of them, unlike the coward Ken had become in the face of the unknown.

What would his father say, seeing him like this? Hiding?

He glanced at Lara. The woman he loved... she was hurting too, paralyzed with indecision.But one thing Ken knew for sure: sooner or later, she’d step into that arena.

And if she did... How would he ever protect her like this?

Shaun stood anxiously, eyes glued to the screen. He’d seen Tyson fight before. And every single time—no matter the odds—Tyson never backed down.

That’s what made Shaun start to admire him. But now, he asked himself— What about me?Am I even worthy to stand beside a leader like that?

Everyone was going through something. Everyone had their own demons.

And as they watched the scene unfold—watched Tyson, Alex, and Blue clear the first wave—one thing became undeniable...

A few smiles lit up around the room.

"They cleared the map," Captain Elena spoke, a rare smile forming on her lips as a golden lock of hair clung to the sweaty skin of her neck.

A slow sense of certainty began to spread through the Rangers—as if, for the first time, they could see a glimmer of hope. Maybe... maybe it wasn’t impossible after all.

"I wish it was that easy," said a Ranger-ranked General, arms crossed. He looked toward Edward."Right, Edward?"

Edward watched the screen, quiet for a moment. "That was just the first wave. The next will be worse—more terrifying—unless we send in support."

"What?" gasps filled the room.

"What do you mean by support? We’re not going in!" one of the Rogues snapped, shaking his head. "This isn’t... it’s not our fight."

Edward turned sharply to face the man, "It is your fight. Just like it’s mine. This is the fight of every single human being on this planet—every man who wants to live, to do what he loves, to protect who he loves. Denying it doesn’t change anything... It only means you’re letting fear rule your heart."

"Then what are we supposed to do, huh?" another Rogue shouted. Mills, another rogue, stood quietly at the side, saying nothing. "I never asked for this! I’m not trained to fight like you Rangers!"

"Whose fault is that?" one of the Rangers replied, "Ours? You always ran away from responsibility, hoping to skip out on the consequences—now you’re crying because you’re unprepared?"

"Shut up, bitch! You don’t know what we’ve faced!" another Rogue screamed, stepping forward aggressively. "This isn’t my battle. I won’t fight!"

Suddenly, calm fell across the room as an old man stepped forward, walking slowly through the crowd.

"The battle you don’t want to fight... is the battle your children will have to," he said quietly, but his words rang loud.

Heads turned as he stopped beside Edward.

"Our inability to confront our fears," the monk continued, "means the next generation will have to face them. That’s how it’s always been... and how it always will be."

A hush swept over everyone.

The monk’s words hit them hard. They pierced deep into something all of them had tried to ignore.

He turned to look at the children sitting on the sand dunes exhausted and maybe injured probably expecting the Reinforcement from their kin.

"Somewhere along the path of life, we must stand up and fight," Julian said. "How many more of our generations will have to suffer, will have to bleed, before we say: enough is enough... and it ends with us?"

"Our ancestors fought these wars, and we are still fighting the same war," Julian said."Do you want our children to suffer the same fate?"

Mills—the Rogue General and a Meta-bot wearer—stood in silence, stuttering inwardly.He knew Julian was right.

Raine sat clucking her leg, silent and scared. She was missing her leg, she will only come in thier way at least that was what she believed.

They could blame the Rangers all they wanted, but the truth was—they were responsible too. This was their planet. Their home. Their people.

Slowly, one by one, the Rangers began to kneel behind Julian and Edward.

"Sir, we are ready to face whatever comes our way," they said in unison, their voices steady despite the fear in their hearts.

The Rogues exchanged glances, uneasy. But somewhere deep inside, they felt a flicker of reassurance. These Rangers... they were ready to protect them. Ready to die for them.

"I want to join," Shaun said, stepping forward. "My shield is perfect in that envirement"

Lara followed, her voice soft but steady "Me too."

Ken stood up next. Then, after a pause, Bee raised his hand, hesitant but sincere. The team was there—the team that believed in Tyson.

Edward smiled, watching the young ones step forward. One by one, they pressed the buttons, sending Tyson a clear message... They were ready to go all in.

Red stepped forward, eyes scanning the points on the system. 23.

He was at 22 power points—just enough to be eligible for the volunteers list. He hit the button with a grin.

"I have fire," he said playfully. "Summon me, and I’ll play guitar till the monsters beg for mercy."

Rudra rolled his eyes. "I bet even the monsters would run if you did that..."

Then he looked down at the button on the strange structure in front of him. He had far more combined power points than most—too many to be summoned right now. Tyson and the others would need to gather more before he could be called in.

So, for now... he waited.

Ryuk siletly watched.

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"We have five volunteers," Tyson informed the others.

"What? Then summon them!" Blue snapped. "All of them!"

"I can’t, idiot. We only have 23 points," Tyson replied, scanning the names with a small smile."I knew it..."

"Damn... then be careful who you choose." Blue’s eyes shifted toward the massive sand giants—now towering nearly ten meters tall.

Tyson took a breath, thinking quickly.

Shaun—he had a shield. He could block and buy time, especially useful against slow-moving giants.

Ken—long-range fighter. Critical for maintaining pressure without getting too close.

Lara—daggers. A close-range combatant, agile and precise. She could help in sneak attacks or distractions.

Bee—hand-to-hand. Not the strongest, but he had guts. He stood up despite everything. That counted for something.

And then Red. Tyson read his description: Flamethrower. Strange, unpredictable. But his 22 power points meant one thing—he was stronger than all the others.

But if Tyson summoned Red, almost all their points would be used up. They’d have to earn more—fast—by killing monsters.

"Who’s the strongest?" Blue asked, as Alex leapt onto a sand giant’s head, stabbing viciously until it collapsed.

"Red," Tyson answered. "He’s got 22 power points."

Blue nodded after a brief pause. "Then summon him. We’ll get the rest once we earn more points."

Just then, a system chime rang: [Ding! 2 points gained.]

"Here goes nothing..." Tyson muttered,

then, with a streak of red light, a figure dropped from the sky.

"Ahhhhh!" THUMP.

A young man with wild red hair hit the ground beside Tyson, groaning, "I’m fine... totally fine... Where’s my guitar?"

He grabbed the sleek instrument lying beside him. As his fingers strummed the strings, the guitar—its form shifting.

Red and green armor snapped around his body like fire consuming paper. Yet he still held the guitar, now transformed.

The guitar’s handle had a hole near the top, emitting heat. The strings were gone—replaced by a trigger embedded in the center.

"Alright, boys." He grinned, "Let’s play... until we die."

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