The Tycoon's Odyssey

Viktor swung his laser sword, its blade glowing a fierce crimson, cutting through an approaching enemy like a hot knife through butter.

A sharp scream rang out as the alien's body split into two before disintegrating into ash from the sheer heat of the strike. But there was no time to celebrate.

More were coming.

He turned, dodging a plasma blast before rolling across the debris-ridden ground and then leaped back up with lightning speed. His enhanced reflexes allowed him to react in microseconds, his feet moving with perfect agility as he weaved through the chaos.

Gunfire, explosions, and war cries filled the air, but amidst the madness, his voice boomed across the battlefield.

"This isn't just a fight for supremacy… This is a fight for freedom!"

Viktor's words cut through the noise, drawing the attention of the warriors around him. Their eyes, hardened by years of battle, burned with new resolve.

"Freedom from the grasp of these invaders! They have lurked in our world and worked in the shadows for too long, poisoning our world, controlling the heart of our civilization!" Find exclusive stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Viktor's voice was filled with unshakable fury, spreading like wildfire.

"Who knows how long they've been here?" His sword clashed against another Xenomorph warrior, sparks flying as their weapons met.

He kicked the creature back, his blade flaring with an electric charge before he thrust it straight through its chest. The alien's body convulsed violently before it turned to dust.

"Who knows if these monsters were the ones who orchestrated the wars that tore our people apart? The World Wars. The civil wars. The conflicts that made us weak, made us beg for a Federation to govern us!"

A deadly silence followed his words.

Then—a roar of pure rage erupted.

"FOR EARTH!"

The warriors raised their weapons.

"FOR EARTH!"

They charged.

Viktor grinned in satisfaction as the soldiers around him surged forward with newfound ferocity. Their laser swords gleamed under the neon-lit battlefield as they slashed through the Xenomorph ranks mercilessly. Blades clashed, sparks danced, bodies fell.

Plasma exploded in the air, searing through the darkness. Alien limbs and broken weapons littered the battlefield. Some of the Xenomorphs released sonic shrieks, the vibrations shattering nearby glass and disorienting weaker soldiers. But Viktor was already prepared.

He activated his shockwave gauntlet.

BOOOM!

A rippling pulse of energy blasted outward, sending enemies flying. And before they could recover, Viktor moved like a blur, slashing through them one by one.

His movements were flawless—a dance of death and precision. His sword spun, thrust, and carved through anything that stood in his path.

An enemy tried to grab him from behind, but Viktor ducked and swung his blade backwards without even needing to look around and decapitated the Xenomorph instantly.

The alien's head rolled to the ground, its body twitching before collapsing.

More came. Viktor's heart pounded, but his mind was clear. He could feel the adrenaline fueling his every move, his reflexes operating at inhuman speeds. His team fought alongside him, their blades and guns lighting up the battlefield in a deadly dance of destruction.

Aurora's voice crackled in his earpiece. [You need to cut off their heads and crush them to stop them from regenerating.]

Viktor's brows furrowed. "What about the heart? Like those old vampire stories?"

[No proof. We need a live specimen to analyze.] A brief pause followed. [Unfortunately, Sir Evan already dismantled the one we had in USL.]

Viktor chuckled, sidestepping an enemy's deadly swipe before countering with a brutal slice through the abdomen. "I see… Want me to get you one?"

[Yes.]

"Alright, consider it done."

His gaze locked onto a Xenomorph warrior, slightly larger than the others, its skin a darker shade of purple. It moved with calculated precision, unlike the other frenzied fighters.

This one was clearly a leader.

Viktor smirked. "Perfect."

He planned to capture this Xenomorph to use for some live tests.

With blinding speed, Viktor closed the distance, his blade slashing toward the creature's legs. The creature jumped back, dodging the strike, but Viktor had already anticipated its move.

He activated his shock gauntlet again.

BZZZZZT!

A burst of electric energy surged forward, stunning the Xenomorph while it was still mid-air. It convulsed violently as its body locked up before dropping to the ground, paralyzed.

Before it could recover, Viktor gripped his blade tightly and drove it straight into its shoulder, pinning it to the ground.

The Xenomorph screeched, its eyes burning with fury.

Viktor then leaned down slightly, smirking. "Don't worry. I'm not killing you—not just yet."

His men rushed forward, swiftly binding the alien in energy restraints and then dragging it toward their transport.

"Take it to the lab," Viktor ordered.

"Yes, sir!" The soldiers nodded and swiftly hauled the captured Xenomorph away.

With the specimen now secured, Viktor turned back to the battlefield. His eyes scanned the immense carnage—bodies were piling up on both sides. Despite the losses, his soldiers still stood strong, fighting with unyielding determination.

Viktor gripped his sword tightly and exhaled deeply.

And then he charged back in.

The clash between the two forces raged on—a brutal, merciless slaughter where only the strongest survived. The battlefield was a storm of flashing lights, searing heat, and the cries of warriors who refused to fall.

The fight for the hegemony of Earth was far from over.

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The battle inside the ruined part of the port had seemingly reached its peak.

Evan and Walter stood facing each other, bloodied and battered, their bodies covered in cuts and bruises that gradually healed.

The air around them was thick with tension, the echoes of explosions and distant gunfire filled the shattered corridors.

Walter moved first and lunged at Evan, throwing a powerful punch aimed straight for his ribs.

Evan blocked with the help of his forearm, but the force still sent him skidding back.

The moment he regained his footing, he countered with a swift roundhouse kick, slamming his boot against Walter's jaw.

Crack!

The impact was brutal, and it sent Walter crashing into a nearby pillar.