I Married A Degraded Alpha
Chapter 87: [Bonus - ]Standing Up for Tuss

Chapter 87: [Bonus Chapter]Standing Up for Tuss

Post-battle, Planet 165 was a heap of rubble with skyscrapers laid to waste. But thankfully, casualties were minimal, which made reconstruction a little less daunting. Despite offers of help from Yuri and her friends, the planet’s residents insisted that they had enough hands on deck. They argued that Yuri’s team had already struggled enough against the insectoids and deserved some rest.

Yuri took their insistence in stride. Seeing that the planet had ample manpower and machines for the job, she went about her usual routine. Daily classes, psychic power exercises, and the occasional check-in on the frontlines via the interstellarnet kept her occupied.

Three days passed in this manner. One day, as Yuri was in the middle of a class, the sudden thudding on her lev door startled her. She rolled down the window to find a visibly anxious Ender.

"Tuz got into a fight," Ender blurted out.

Surprised, Yuri asked, "Did he hurt someone?"

Ender gave her a ’how-did-you-know’ look.

"Surely no one hurt him, right?" Yuri assumed, looking nonchalant.

Ender twitched at her remark, "You certainly have faith in Tuz."

With a sigh, Yuri replied, "After all, he’s got the skills."

Ender choked on his words, falling silent.

Yuri soon learned the reason for Tuz’s fight—Hoolin and Tyrone had simultaneously entered their heat period. Their heightened aggression led them to Tuss.

"Why didn’t they just fight each other?" Yuri asked, curious.

Ender wore a peculiar expression as he said, "Probably because alphas in heat tend to be quite arrogant, believing they’re the strongest. So, when they look for a fight, they go for the toughest."

"Oh, I see," Yuri said, "They enjoy courting danger, then."

Ender was speechless again; he couldn’t argue with the truth.

"Who got hurt? Hoolin or Tyrone?"

"They’re both fine. Both of them teamed up against Tuz, but he managed to teach them a lesson. Then, other soldiers watching the fight decided to join in—"

Ender’s voice trailed off.

"Hmm?" Yuri raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

"They started off fighting Tuz one by one. But when they realized they couldn’t defeat him, they went from one-on-one to two-on-one, then three-on-one, eventually teaming up against him. The crowd overwhelmed Tuz, and he accidentally broke someone’s shoulder blade with a kick." As Ender spoke, he carefully observed Yuri’s reactions. He was taken aback when she didn’t even bat an eye upon hearing that Tuz had broken someone’s shoulder blade.

That was a bionic leg, after all. But Tuss used it to crack a S-tier alpha’s shoulder blade. Everyone looked surprised when they heard this, except for Yuri now.

"Did they call the doctor?" Yuri quickened her pace.

"Yes. But the S-tier alpha is a fifth-grade sergeant, so his status might cause some trouble," Ender explained.

Frowning, Yuri said, "But isn’t getting hurt part of a fight? Is the sergeant blaming Tuz?"

"Not exactly," Ender responded.

They had reached the scene by then.

As Yuri appeared, all eyes swung in her direction, including the injured fifth-grade sergeant. He was sitting, but upon feeling Yuri’s powerful gaze, he instinctively stood up. Yuri aura was incredibly strong, even stronger than his drill sergeant’s.

"The doctors have not arrived yet?" Yuri inquired.

"They’re on their way," Daleks responded.

Turning to the fifth-grade sergeant, Yuri wore a hint of apology on her face, no more than that, as she said, "Tuz’s leg doesn’t have sensation. He might’ve not gauged his strength well, and I’m sorry if you got hurt."

While seeming like an apology, her words carried a subtle accusation, suggesting that he should’ve known better than to target Tuz’s bionic leg.

The fifth-grade sergeant wiped the sweat off his forehead, his clothes damp. Whether it was from pain or intimidation from Yuri’s powerful presence, he wasn’t quite sure.

"I should be the one apologizing. In my rush, I overlooked that fact," the sergeant sincerely replied.

Upon hearing his response, Yuri’s stern expression softened instantly, making her look as harmless and docile as before. "We’ll take care of the medical expenses."

"No, no, no, there’s no need," the sergeant hastily declined.

"We insist," Yuri declared, leaving no room for refusal.

The sergeant kept his mouth shut, choosing not to argue. As the medic arrived, he was assisted into a medical pod and whisked away.

Yuri then turned to Daleks, instructing, "Follow him, and take care of the bill."

"Understood, Yuri," Daleks obediently agreed, showing no signs of reluctance.

The bystanders exchanged surprised glances, stunned at how easily the situation had been resolved.

As Yuri scanned the onlookers, wondering why they hadn’t dispersed yet, they quickly avoided her gaze. They could tell she wanted them to leave, but they stubbornly stayed put, exchanging silent looks with each other.

"Yuri’s scary when she’s mad."

"Do you think Tuz will get a scolding from Yuri?"

"He definitely will."

"Finally, we get to see Tuz being scolded in our lifetime. Quick, prepare the tools, let’s record this."

"We need the highest quality."

"Well, well, Tuz, you too have seen this day."

...

Everyone was busy making faces and whispering, their expressions filled with anticipation for the upcoming drama and barely concealed schadenfreude.

Tuz, who had been silent since Yuri’s arrival, slowly moved to her side and gently whispered, "Don’t be mad."

"How can I not be mad? They all ganged up on you!" Yuri retorted indignantly.

The crowd was left in shock, speechless. It was them who were bruised and battered, Tuz was unscathed.

What Yuri said next defied their beliefs. She began to chastise them relentlessly, "Is it your fault that you’re stronger? No." Then she turned to other people and snorted, "Ganging up on a single person, bullying him because you have the numbers, hmph, such disgraceful conduct!"

After a short pause, she continued, "So they have the right just because they’re weaker? Next time, fight them back hard. Arrogant and ignorant people need a lesson. Beat the crap out of them. We can afford the medical expenses."

Tuss held Yuri close, gently rubbing her back, trying to soothe her, "Don’t be mad anymore. I’m okay, they’re the ones who got hurt."

In a spot where Yuri couldn’t see, Tuss curled his lips into a cold, triumphant smirk. He gave the surrounding crowd a provocative, self-satisfied glance, and mouthed silently, What can you do to me?

The spectators were infuriated and immediately turned to leave. It wasn’t until they had moved far away that they couldn’t hold back any longer and started cursing.

"Sneaky little rat."

"Playing the victim to earn Yuri’s sympathy, what a hypocrite."

"He was the one who provoked us, told us to gang up."

"It’s frustrating and infuriating that we can’t even defeat him."

"Someday, Yuri will see his true colors."

"..."

Once everyone else had left, only Tuss and Yuri remained. Yuri pushed Tuss away, giving him a sidelong glance as she said, "Did you enjoy the fight?"

"No," Tuss shook his head. "I had to hold back. It wasn’t as satisfying as fighting insectoids."

"Then next time, don’t fight with them. Fight insectoids instead," Yuri suggested. Fighting insectoids was profitable, while fighting people required them to pay medical expenses. It wasn’t worth it.

In the aftermath of the tumultuous events on Planet 165, a grim echo resounded through other worlds within the Fritillaria Galaxy. They too, had fallen victim to the relentless onslaught launched by the insectoids.

This fearsome species, large in number and even larger in their resolve, had rallied vast armies of their kind. Ranging between twenty to thirty thousand in strength, these swarms proved to be devastating forces of destruction, leaving a trail of destruction and casualties in their wake on each planet they descended upon.

Despite the carnage, there was a glimmer of hope for the denizens of these beleaguered worlds. Through tenacity and collective effort, they managed to eliminate the menacing insectoid invaders entirely, thus preserving their homes and ensuring the survival of their own species.

The intensity of the intergalactic conflict escalated dramatically, with the front lines of the war transforming into a searing furnace of activity. Each day saw the Interstellarnet flooded with an increasing number of startling and often horrifying videos from the heated battleground.

In these harrowing footage, viewers bore witness to the raw power of the Alliance’s artillery. The thunderous roar of the cannons resulted in numerous insectoids being blown away in spectacular showers of alien ichor.

However, the insectoids were no mere cannon fodder. Their advanced warriors retaliated with equal ferocity, their razor-sharp talons slicing through the armored hulls of Alliance mechas and small warships with terrifying ease. The resultant scenes were akin to monstrous creatures tearing apart their prey, leaving the mighty technological marvels of the Alliance in ruins.

This was the harsh reality of the war: a ballet of devastation where the fate of entire worlds hung in balance, played out on the cosmic stage of the Fritillaria Galaxy.