Ryzen stood still, eyes narrowing as holographic display flickered to life. The man on the screen wore silent smile, General Albert.
"I’ve been searching for soone like you."
Ryzen crossed his arms, "Soone like ?" he echoed, cold. "Since when do a Rangers need soone like ?"
Albert’s voice remained calm, "We all have our motives, Ryzen. Just as you have yours. I’m rely suggesting... cooperation. We can help each other."
That made Ryzen laugh. "And what makes you think I’d ever work with you? With your kind? What the hell do you know about my goals?"
Albert paused, eyes gleaming with patience. "Since your selection, you’ve eliminated over fifty ta-bot users. Rangers and Rogues. Doesn’t matter to you. That tells one thing..."He raised a brow. "You’re not on any side. You’re just mad man"
Ryzen’s smile faded. His silence was enough confirmation.
Albert continued, sharp and unforgiving. "But here’s what I don’t understand—what exactly are you planning by making everyone your enemy? what are you trying to achive?"
"What do you think old man?" Ryzen said slowly.
"If attention is what you seek, then you have mine, but I doubt that’s the case." Albert stood from his chair, looking over his glass wall and down to the city.
For a mont, the room felt colder while Ryzen oly smiled at the old man.
Albert leaned back, intrigued. "tell , Ryzen... is this related to your father’s death?"
Ryzens fist tighned.
"I suppose I hit a nerve," Albert turned back, "but it still doesn’t make sense. If you were only targeting the Rangers for revenge, I would have understood your perspective, but..."
"Revenge?" Ryzen smirked, running a hand through his ssy hair "No... It’s not revenge. It’s cleansing. It’s erasing."
He glanced over his shoulder, eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. "No gods. No soldiers. No factions. No heroes. No villains. No struggle. No hope..." His voice lowered to a near whisper."I want complete silence."
Albert’s smirk faltered. What the hell was that? Silence? Not power. Not domination. Not even peace. Silence.
He’d t warlords, psychopaths But none of them wanted silence. Yet... Ryzen’s actions aligned disturbingly well with his words. He had killed Rangers. He had killed Rogues.He’d erased protectors and destroyers alike—as if he didn’t see a difference.And if he kept rising at this pace, soon—there’d be no stopping him.
Albert forced a smile. "Then maybe..." he said, testing the waters, "I can help you with that."
Ryzen raised a brow, amused. "Really?" he scoffed. "The General of one of the biggest city offering to help murder ta-bot users?"
He shook his head. "I don’t need help. And soon I will kill you too General."
Albert didn’t flinch. "Maybe," he said, tone steady. "But only after you can survived those new Rising beasts"
At that mont, Ryzen’s chest piece blinked in violet light as if listening.
"Right," it spoke in a electronic voice. "We’re not alone, Ry."
Albert’s eyes widened. Speechless. A ta-bot... talking?
His own ta-bot had never even twitched on its own. It was nothing but a tool But this? This wasn’t technology. This was sothing else. Sothing alive.
"Is that... a Pri?" he whispered.
Staring at the flickering violet glow of the tattoo-like device across Ryzen’s chest, Albert felt the kind of fear only n like him understood.
The kind that told him: Sothing far dengerous has finaly awaken in the midst of humanity.
"We are still unsure Where Black is" The ta-bot said, "We have to be careful of him"
Ryzen paused, eyes narrowing. "I’m not afraid of him," he growled. "Let him co. He’ll find death waiting."
"Don’t be naive, Ry," the ta-bot warned. "You’re not ready to face another Pri. Not yet."
"Another Pri?" Albert cut in instantly, eyes gleaming. "I know him. He’s in my city."
The ta-bot went deathly still.
A slow, dangerous smile crept across Ryzen’s face. "Is that so?" he whispered. "Then tell where. I’m coming to kill him."
"Ry," the ta-bot’s voice deepened "If you’re so eager to die, go ahead. But don’t say I didn’t warn you."
"Die?" Ryzen scoffed, "I want to kill Purple. I want to grow stronger. What’s better way than by killing the strongest?"
Albert nodded slowly, lips curling in approval. "That’s right. It’s the fastest way to rise... but he’s no ordinary opponent. He’s already reached General rank."
Ryzen’s smirk flickered, "So what? Rank ans nothing to the dead."
"It should an sothing to you," Albert said coldly. "Look, I understand your urge to kill. In fact—our goals might align more than you think. Help eliminate the threats...Ryuk, Mark... Tyson."
The na Tyson hung in the air like the scent of blood.
Albert continued, "I’m already old bones. Sooner or later, age will claim . But they? They are the future. If you allow them to rise, they’ll beco a problem for you."
Ryzen rubbed his face hard, running his fingers through his hair in thought. It was a good deal. He had never trained in any elite facility—everything he learned ca from killing other ta-bot wearers. But now, fewer and fewer remained who could push him to grow so he will have to accept this proposal.
"What’s there to think about?" Albert asked, a hint of desperation in his voice. "This is the best chance you’ll ever get. I’ll give you everything—intel, locations, movent patterns."
Ryzen sighed. "Fine. Tell where I can find them... the so-called geniuses of this world."
Albert’s expression darkened with rage. "Yes. But first—you have to kill him."
The reason His dear son was in bad condition. Tyson Rogers, his enemy. He have to die, He will die. this way or that way.
"Him?" Ryzen tilted his head. "Who?"
"Tyson," Albert spat the na. "The White Ranger."
Ryzen blinked, then smirked. "Ah. Tyson. I’ve seen him fight. The way he struggled. The way he inspired others. So much for an icon of hope."
Of course, Ryzen has seen the fight of that so-called White Ranger who was fighting off opponents stronger than himself.
On that day he has seen the newfound hope in citizens even from his city. They were celebrating the victory as if humanity will survive, as if despite the odds they will make it out, which greatly displeased Ryzen.
"Exactly," Albert said sharply. "Kill him first. Rip their hope away."
Ryzen whispered the na, tasting it. "Tyson...huh."
Albert leaned forward, voice rising. "I’ll arrange everything you need. Just promise one thing—kill him in the most painful way possible. I want to know that you will."
Albert grinned. Finally, he got soone like Ryzen on his side. Despite his troubleso goals and behavior, he knew he would succeed after all. He was pri. The one who is destined to surpass all the ta-Bot wearers, and maybe in the future, with his help, he can eliminate Ryuk too.
Ryzen said nothing. He simply pressed the AI’s button, ending the call.
The ta-bot blinked slowly beside him. "Truly... You humans are beyond repair."
Ryzen chuckled, his voice low. "That’s why I want to erase them. Erase us from this universe."
"You think your father will feel at ease after all this?" the ta-bot asked quietly.
Ryzen stared ahead, voice hollow. "I don’t know... but he’ll know what he did was wrong. If the suffering was too much... if the fight he fought was unbearable... then escaping alone was unfair as well. He was afraid for his own sake"
He continiue. "He should’ve done sothing for everyone, He should’ve ended everyone’s suffering—not just his own. That was selfish."
The ta-bot blinked, "That’s... a strange anaylogy of humans But anyway rember first—gather your strength. You’re not ready to face the Black Pri. He’s not soone you can just wipe out on a whim."
"You know , purple, I do what i feel" Ryzen said, stepping toward the edge of the darkened room. "But since you want to be careful I will follow your advice for now and anyway... it is ti to settle score with Liveria"
"huh? Livai is no pushover either but you are not going to listen" ta bot chid. "I will take a nap, do whatever you want"
Ryzen smiled coldly. "Did he really think he could sell out and I’d stay quiet? Just like last ti... when he told the whole world I died with my father and mother. So he could take control of the situation—of the city—just as he pleased."
The ta-bot blinked lazily. "Since when did you care about fighting for the throne?" It humd. "Ah, right... it’s my nap ti i forgot...im out"
"Go to sleep," Ryzen muttered, cracking his knuckles. "Let handle it my way. And no—it’s not about the throne. It’s about the satisfaction I’ll feel when I kill him."
A sinister laugh echoed through the apartnt room, distorting the silence like a ripple in night. Then ca the music—haunting, rhythmic, as if the night itself had begun to hum along with him.
Only Ryzen could hear it. Only he could dance along side on the beat he percives that was why many called him...
The Dancing Devil.
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