In Another World With Omnitrix

The city buzzed with life as twilight bathed the skyline in molten gold and soft lavender. Neon signs flickered awake while hovercars hummed past glass towers. Tucked between two buildings like a forgotten thought, a quiet café glowed with warm amber light—soft music leaking through its door like a memory.

Riven Kade stood outside for a moment, hands in his pockets, hood low over his eyes.

He sighed, then entered.

The bell above the door jingled softly. Warmth greeted him. Dim lighting. No cameras he could spot. Just a few patrons sipping drinks in the corner. His eyes scanned the room—and there she was.

Lyra Veyla.

She sat near the window, a cup of tea cupped in her gloved hands. Her long silvery-white hair was pulled into a neat ponytail that fell over one shoulder, and her blue eyes—framed by thin rectangular glasses—locked onto his the moment he stepped in.

She smiled, subtle and self-assured.

"I knew you'd come."

Riven slid into the seat across from her, his expression unreadable. "Didn't have many options."

Lyra sipped her tea. "Everyone has options. Some are just worse than others."

He glanced around again. Still no surveillance, no familiar faces. A good sign—but he didn't relax. He met her eyes.

"You said you could help me."

"I did," she replied. With a practiced motion, she reached into her coat and set a small pendant on the table. A smooth black relic, shaped like a coin but inscribed with faintly glowing, shifting runes. It pulsed softly, like it breathed.

"Nova Arcanum keeps certain tools off-grid. This one's special. Interferes with the Hunter System's automatic dungeon reports… but only temporarily."

Riven raised an eyebrow. "Temporary how?"

"You have five minutes after defeating a dungeon boss. Activate it before that, and your clearance won't be broadcast. The system logs will register the dungeon collapse, but not who did it."

Riven didn't reach for it. "Sounds risky."

"Everything about you is risky."

He narrowed his eyes. "So what's the catch?"

Lyra smiled slightly, then pushed her glasses up. "No catch. For now. Think of it as… an investment. I help you slip under the radar. And in return, someday, I might ask you to repay the favor."

"Vague," he muttered.

"Wouldn't be fun otherwise."

Riven exhaled slowly. "You're not helping me out of goodwill."

"No," Lyra said calmly, "I'm helping because I'm curious."

She leaned forward, tapping lightly near his right arm. "That gauntlet you're hiding—what is it?"

Riven looked at her evenly, then rolled up his sleeve just enough to reveal the sleek black structure coiled around his arm. Smooth plating. Subtle green circuits glowing in quiet pulses.

"It's called Nullshift."

Lyra's eyes gleamed behind her glasses, and for a moment, her composure slipped into raw intrigue.

"Nullshift… never heard that name in any known relic archive."

"You won't. It's not from here."

"And it can… transform?"

Riven nodded. "Right now? Just into a blaster. It's modular, evolving."

Lyra tilted her head, fascinated. "I thought the device on your left wrist was the core—"

"That?" Riven cut in, lifting his Omnitrix arm. "It's just for energy regulation. Nothing major."

It was a lie. But he delivered it so well, even the system might've believed it.

She didn't push further. Not yet.

"Then consider this a professional exchange. I help you stay off the radar. In return, I get to observe Nullshift in action—eventually."

Riven paused. Then, finally, he reached out and picked up the obsidian relic. It was cool to the touch, but pulsing faintly, like a heart.

"Five minutes, huh?"

Lyra nodded. "Use it after the kill, within that window. Too early, and the system still tracks. Too late… and the whole world gets pinged."

As Riven slipped it into his coat pocket, Lyra stood and adjusted her gloves. "Oh—and you might want to check your account."

He blinked. "Why?"

She smirked. "Let's just say the system pays attention… even when it's late."

.....

A Few Blocks Later…

Under the orange haze of a flickering streetlight, Riven leaned against a transit pillar and opened his phone.

[ACCOUNT CREDIT: +12,000 Marks]

Reward: C-Rank Dungeon (Solo Clear)

Another message popped beneath it:

[Notice: Previous D-Rank Clearance uncredited due to system sync error. Compensation pending. Apologies for the delay.]

He stared at the screen for a moment.

"So it does pay to be a Hunter… even when no one sees you."

A soft click echoed as the Nullshift bracer unfolded slightly on his right arm—just enough to show a sliver of the transformation core. It was learning, syncing with him. Waiting for more.

More dungeons. More DNA. More danger.

"Five minutes," he murmured. "That's all the window I get."

He clenched his fist, then let it go. "Better than nothing."

His phone buzzed again.

[Hunter Network Alert: Solo dungeon clears above class are under review. Guild offers incoming. Tap to review.]

He scoffed and locked the screen.

"Not happening."

...

Lyra's POV:

From a high-rise balcony overlooking the same district, Lyra watched him through thin surveillance lenses embedded in her glasses.

She sipped the last of her tea.

"You're cautious, but not paranoid. Good."

Nullshift.

What an anomaly.

She hadn't told him everything. Nova Arcanum's scans couldn't even analyze the relic correctly. It scrambled the scanners, like it rejected being understood.

Even stranger, the watch-like device hadn't even registered as a threat or power source.

"So you're not just rare, You're impossible."

She smiled to herself, brushing her silvery hair behind her ear.

"Let's see what you really are, Riven Kade."

Chapter 13 End.

I hope the changes are good and the interaction.