Battle Of Planets

The wheel spun as if began showing various flashing maps, a random map will be selected from this point alongside the random points.

people were focused on the screen but more than them...Edward and Julien. a cold sweat ticked down Edward's neck as he watched in anticipation.

now he will have to take change, and lead them tough it all as long as he lives, or let destiny take its course like always.

The map stopped, Castel...

Edward and Julien exhaled. They knew this level as well and what they need to do inside.

[ Ding! map is selected ]

On the screen, a wheel began spinning—randomly allocating points for the second round.

[ Ding! 291 Power Points have been allocated ]

[ One warrior can enter the first map ]

[ The map is already set—ready to go in...]

[ A Castle defense ]

Tyson let out a relieved sigh. This time, they had more points than before.

"We can do it again," he said with a confident smirk, glancing at his teammates. They nodded eagerly this time.

Though Tyson's team had never managed to defend their castle in past simulations, things felt different now. They weren't alone anymore. Their people were with them.

"We're joining in too," Mills called out from the side.

"That's nice of you," Edward stepped forward, his eyes focused on the key floating above the keyholder. "But don't expect any special treatment."

Mills clenched his jaw, watching Edward approach the key. There was little he could do. He had once tried to take control of the battle room—only to be flattened by Edward. Not to mention, Edward had powerful allies, all united under one goal. In contrast, the so-called Rogues were scattered, following their own agendas.

Mills didn't expect help from them. Not yet.

But deep down, he knew the truth. Sooner or later, even the Rogues would be forced to step in—whether they liked it or not. That's why he had to act early. Gather enough power points. Strengthen himself to Face the later stages on his own terms.

Edward raised his hand and tapped the ring on his finger.

In a blink, a sleek silver-and-black armor surged around his body. Metal plates locked into place with fluid precision, giving off a commanding aura—the kind of presence only true leaders possessed. Not someone who barked orders, but someone who inspired.

"Julien," Edward called, "I'll leave the rest to you."

But Julien stepped forward. "No. I'm coming too."

Edward frowned. "You know how dangerous it is. And you're too damn old."

Julien chuckled, unfazed. "My bones still work just fine, old friend. And besides, this is how I want to go."

Edward studied his friend for a moment, then gave a quiet nod.

"We're already in deep waters. Might as well give it everything we've got."

He turned to the crowd.

"You've seen what this next map looks like. Some of you went though simulations and Some... " His gaze shifted briefly to the Rogues. "I won't force anyone to enter. That's not my way. But step inside only if you're ready to face your fate. Otherwise, cower here in this metal box and wait for death. It'll come either way."

With that, he turned and stepped through the heavy metal door—vanishing from view.

Silence followed.

The Rangers looked at one another, still hesitant—but among them, and even among the Rogues, more faces now seemed willing.

Whatever Edward said had struck something deep. Yet fear still lingered.

"What do we do now?" Lara asked, eyeing the keyholder which is turned into a button formed platform. "Should we press the button?"

Tyson exhaled slowly. "Yeah... we better."

"But won't that mess up the alignment?" Shaun hesitated. "I mean, it's a fortress scenario. We need the right roles. Ranged fighters first, then defenders at the gate, and finally supporters to keep things together."

"Hmm," Rudra nodded thoughtfully. "You're right. But trust me—General knows more than we do. It's in his hands who gets summoned and when. All we can do now is show we're willing to enter... and leave the rest to him."

"Ha! Like hell I'm going in willingly," Blue snorted from the back.

"Why not?" Red laughed. "It's fun in there."

"It's death in there," Raine cut in coldly. "Only death."

"That too," Red shrugged, grinning. "But hey, you never know what miracle's waiting unless you step into the unknown."

"I like that mindset," Rudra grinned. "Go with the flow, boys!"

"You're all insane," Raine muttered. "Blue, stay right here or I'll kill you myself."

"Yep. That's the plan," Blue said, already sitting cross-legged on the cold metal floor, gripping its edges like his life depended on it.

"I'm not moving. Even if you summon me, I'm holding on. You'll have to drag me in."

He narrowed his eyes at Tyson.

Tyson looked away, pretending not to notice.

Julius was the first to press the button. He stepped aside quietly, waiting to see who would follow.

Alex jumped at the opportunity, pressing the button second and shooting a smirk back at Tyson.

"He's getting on my nerves," Tyson muttered, eyes narrowing.

"Serge, you better ignore Sir Alex," Ken teased, sticking out his tongue. "Unless you're in the mood to get your ass kicked."

"Oww!" he yelped as Lara kicked his feet.

Tyson stepped up to the console, ready to press the button when a hand slapped down ahead of him.

Mills.

"Step aside, kid," Mills said flatly, his tone like steel. "Don't let one small victory go to your head."

Tyson held his ground. "Or what?" he challenged, voice low, tension crackling in the air as his meta-bot blinked once.

Mills lowered his gaze, eyeing the white-glowing core at Tyson's chest. Then he smirked.

"You've got heart, kid. Just don't let it be the reason for your downfall."

There was a dangerous glint in Mills's eyes—controlled, but simmering. Tyson knew that look. It was the look of someone who could explode at the wrong word. Without his father here, and with Mills being nearly as strong as Coco, Tyson understood the fine line he was walking.

One wrong move, and the fragile truce between Rangers and Rogues could snap.

Just then, Julien stepped forward. His presence alone seemed to calm the air. Robes flowing behind him, hands clasped behind his back, his posture soft yet unwavering.

"Time is a strange thing, my friend," Julien said, his voice calm, "It always carries the answers. All we must do... is wait."

He glanced at Tyson and gave a small nod.

Tyson pressed the button, stepping back silently.

Mills exhaled and backed away as well.

"I do respect you, Sir Julien," Mills said, eyes still sharp, "But today's kids... they need to learn their place."

Julien smiled gently. "Let them create their place first. We've all been there, haven't we?"

Mills didn't reply—just nodded once and walked off.

Tyson and his team watched him go before falling in line behind their leader.

"What's his problem?" Lara muttered under her breath.

"Tyson's in the spotlight," Rudra replied.

"First round's leader, and most likely to lead again. Not everyone likes that. not specially Rogues"

One by one, more people from both sides—Rogues and Rangers—stepped up, pressing the button and taking their positions. The atmosphere was still tense, but something had shifted. An unspoken agreement had begun to take root.

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Inside the dungeons...

Edward stood atop the high stone wall, Before him stretched a vast, silent battlefield—an open, lifeless field.

The castle was more of a fortress in name than appearance. It consisted of a single massive stone wall, thick and weathered, forming a perfect square around a wide courtyard. There were no towers, no inner buildings, and no secret chambers—just this bare, open space.

At the very center of the courtyard stood a large floating crystal. That was the objective. That was what they had to defend.

A single gate led into the fortress—an enormous archway built directly into the wall on the western side. No other entrances. No escape routes. Just one way in... and one way out.

Edward's eyes scanned the display screen floating in front of him, flickering with tactical data and terrain readouts.

"Two waves," he muttered under his breath.

"All we need to do is hold them off for two waves..."

But even as he said it, his fingers tightened around the edge of the wall. Two waves didn't mean easy. they will have to count every bit of help and it seems its coming from all sides not just Rangers.

They are stepping in, to get stronger if not for protecting people no matter their objectives. Rogues are finally volunteering...