The Tycoon's Odyssey

A low, sinister hum filled the air.

Walter's body glowed with dark energy, distorting the very space around him. The heat radiating from him was almost suffocating.

Suri's sharp gaze remained unreadable.

[Miss Suri, his energy levels are spiking.] Aurora's voice crackled in her earpiece.

"I can see that," Suri muttered under her breath.

Then Walter suddenly vanished.

Suri's body reacted on instinct and she ducked.

WHOOSH!

His punch grazed past her, tearing through the air with enough force to shatter the walls behind her.

Suri countered—her leg whipped upward in a high kick.

Walter caught her ankle.

And then—

BOOM!

He swung her like a rag doll, slamming her into the ground and causing the floor to crack beneath the impact.

Suri gritted her teeth, pain flaring through her body.

Walter wasn't done. He didn't want to.

He yanked her up—

BAM!

His knee crashed into her stomach.

BAM!

A brutal elbow strike then slammed into her back.

Suri gasped, her vision blurring for a second.

Walter smirked. "What happened? You were so confident just now."

Suri coughed but forced herself to stay on her feet.

Walter moved in for another strike—

But Suri vanished.

Walter's eyes widened.

WHOOSH!

A sharp gust of wind rushed behind him—

CRACK!

Suri's fist collided with the side of his face.

Walter's head snapped sideways, his body sent flying across the battlefield.

He crashed through several broken pillars before slamming into a wall.

Suri straightened, breathing hard. Her arms ached, but she refused to let it show on her face.

Walter groaned, rolling his shoulders as he stood up.

Then—

A dark grin spread across his face.

"This is getting fun," he muttered.

Then—

He rushed at her.

Suri did the same and met him head-on.

Their bodies clashed in a blinding flurry of blows.

Fists. Kicks. Elbows.

Each impact sent shockwaves ripping through the air.

The ground beneath them crumbled.

Suri's knee slammed into Walter's ribs.

He retaliated with a spinning kick to her side.

She staggered—

Walter surged forward.

Suri ducked and swept his legs.

But Walter flipped mid-air, landing smoothly.

They locked eyes and again, charged at one another again.

Their attacks became a blur, like two forces of destruction colliding over and over.

The walls cracked and the floor around them collapsed. The battlefield crumbled into ruins.

But something was changing.

Suri was starting to slow down.

Walter was adapting.

He dodged her next strike—

And then—

BAM!

His fist crashed into her face.

Suri staggered.

Walter's grin widened.

He grabbed her by the throat.

Suri's body froze mid-air, locked in his grip as he lifted her effortlessly.

"Got you."

He slammed her into the ground yet again.

BOOOOOOM!

The impact sent a deep shockwave through Atlantis, shaking the city.

Suri gasped for air, her limbs momentarily frozen.

Walter leaned down, his voice dripping with amusement.

"It's over, princess."

Suri's eyes flashed with defiance.

Even now—she refused to give up.

Walter's grin faltered.

"You are stubborn, aren't you?"

His grip tightened around Suri's throat as he lifted her off the shattered ground. Her body struggled against the overwhelming force.

His golden reptilian eyes gleamed with cruel amusement as he watched her battered form, blood trickling down the side of her lips.

With his free hand, he formed a jagged claw, its edges shimmering with an eerie glow, poised to tear through her flesh like paper.

Suri gritted her teeth. Her muscles screamed in pain, but she refused to let out a single sound of weakness.

Even as she dangled in the air, even as Walter's claw neared her ribcage, she met his gaze with a cold defiance that sent a flicker of annoyance through him.

"You're still fighting?" Walter mused, tilting his head.

His claw dug into her skin, drawing fresh streams of crimson blood that dripped onto the shattered floor below.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear, whispering, "Admirable, but foolish. You were strong, but not strong enough. And now—"

BOOOOOM!

A thunderous shockwave erupted, shaking the very foundation of Atlantis. The air distorted, rippling outward as a blinding streak of energy tore through the battlefield.

Walter barely had time to react before a monstrous force slammed into him, launching him backwards with earth-shattering speed. He skidded across the ruins, his feet carving deep trenches into the ground as he fought to regain balance.

Dust and debris exploded into the air, obscuring the battlefield in a thick, suffocating cloud.

Then—a shadow appeared amidst the dust.

Through the thick haze, a pair of piercing, glowing eyes burned like twin embers of destruction.

The air around the figure warped violently. Electricity crackled through the ruins like nature itself was bending to his will.

Each slow, deliberate step sent cracks to spiderweb through the floor beneath him, as if the very ground couldn't handle his presence.

The pressure alone was suffocating—a gravitational force of sheer dominance that made even the strongest warriors hesitate.

Walter's reptilian pupils shrank.

For the first time since the battle began, his smirk wavered.

Then, the dust parted.

Evan stood at the center of the destruction.

His coat billowed behind him, tattered but intact. Blue lightning arced across his arms, coursing through his veins like raw, untamed power barely held in check. His hair, wild and unrestrained, fluttered from the sheer force radiating off his body.

His fists clenched, his knuckles cracking with a sound that echoed like gunfire through the ruins.

He lifted his gaze.

And the cold, merciless fury burning within them sent a shiver down Walter's spine.

"You took your time," Suri muttered, her voice weak but carrying that same unyielding pride.

Although Evan didn't answer, his gaze softened.

Suri, understanding his concern, gave a small nod, "I am all alright."

For the first time, Walter—the Xenomorph of royal lineage, the strongest of his kind besides their leader—felt something eerily close to caution.

His instincts screamed at him, whispering something absurd. Something impossible.

That man standing before him… Your journey continues on My Virtual Library Empire

Was dangerous.

Evan tilted his head, his expression unreadable.

His lips barely parted as he spoke.

A single, chilling sentence—

"I hope you're ready to die."