Far beyond the boundaries of the royal walls, in the midst of a barren and lifeless land, stood a single structure—a massive, technologically advanced house, completely out of place in this desolate landscape. It gleamed under the pale light of the twin suns, humming with an unknown energy.
Inside, a deep voice echoed through the silence.
"Now... it's time to implement the plan."
A figure emerged from the doorway. He moved like a shadow given life, fluid yet sharp, his presence bending the very air around him. He was tall, his features chiseled to perfection, with a divine aura surrounding him. But the most striking thing about him—what would haunt anyone who looked into his eyes—was their unnatural color. One eye burned like a crimson star; the other shimmered with the eerie glow of violet lightning.
This was Xuán Míng—the mysterious being who had shaken the palace not long ago. He was the one whispered in legends, the one who had made emperors kneel and tamed beasts with a flick of his fingers.
With a subtle movement, Xuán Míng launched himself into the sky. The ground cracked slightly beneath him from the sheer force of his departure. In less than a breath, he arrived within the inner walls of the kingdom. The guards stationed there barely felt the gust of wind that passed them—they didn't even know someone had entered.
Gliding across the city like a silent god, he finally reached the royal palace. The king's court was in session, filled with ministers and lesser kings, debating trade routes, defense strategies, and border skirmishes. Their voices clashed like swords in the air.
Suddenly—chaos.
Screams rang out. The guards stationed at the entrance fell one by one, not even realizing how they were attacked. Their bodies hit the ground in unison, as if they had been reaped by the hand of death itself.
The king stood up in shock, his eyes wide, his voice trembling, "What's happening?!"
The ministers looked around, confused and terrified. The special soldiers, the elite warriors of the court, rushed forward like a tidal wave—only to freeze.
There he stood. A man cloaked in mystery, with unmatched presence and terrifying calmness. Their eyes met his gaze—and in that moment, their knees buckled. Every single person in the court instinctively bowed.
The king forced himself to speak, his voice broken and low.
"C-Creator… God… What brings your majesty here?"
Sweat poured down the foreheads of even the strongest warriors. They feared they had angered this being of immense power.
Xuán Míng simply scoffed, "These ignorant fools don't even realize their low status… but I do appreciate your courage."
The king swallowed hard and tried to steady his breath. "It is our... our pleasure to be graced by the Creator Lord."
"No need for such formalities," Xuán Míng said calmly. "Just call me Lord Xuán. You remind me of my own past... when I was weak and ignorant like you. But today, I shall grant you a gift. A key to power. A path to evolution. A system."
Confused murmurs erupted across the room, but no one dared to question him. What was a "system"? Was it a power? A spell? A prophecy?
Only the king dared to speak. "My Lord… what do we have to do to receive this gift?"
Xuán Míng walked toward him. "Just close your eyes. And don't resist."
The king obeyed. Xuán Míng raised a single finger and touched his forehead. A glowing rune appeared, then vanished just as quickly. The king's eyes snapped open.
He stood still—silent—his gaze now turned inward.
"What… what is this…" he whispered.
He was reading something no one else could see—stats, levels, descriptions, abilities. It was overwhelming.
The others rushed toward him.
"What happened, Your Majesty?"
But the king ignored them. Xuán Míng chuckled.
"I suppose it's my turn," he said. One by one, he granted the system to each person present.
The room turned eerily quiet. The air buzzed with invisible energy as minds were flooded with information. When they finally spoke, it was with awe.
"My Lord… this says we can absorb strength by eating alien flesh?"
"You doubt me?" Xuán Míng replied, his tone sharp.
"N-no, not at all!" the king stammered.
"Then let me destroy another false belief," Xuán Míng added. "That holy water you drink to become special soldiers? It's just the blood of a god-level beast."
Gasps erupted. Disgust twisted their faces. The bitter taste finally made sense.
One minister gagged. "So that's why it was so foul...!"
Then a bold question came.
"Lord Xuán… if you don't mind… may we ask… what is your level?"
Xuán Míng's eyes sparkled. "You wouldn't understand… but fine. I am at Cosmic Warrior level."
Their systems pinged. Everyone frantically scrolled through their level interface—Soldier, Warrior, King, Emperor, God… and far above, they saw it: Cosmic Warrior.
"He's far above even a True God…" someone whispered.
"A god-level beast is like an ant to me," Xuán Míng said casually. "One flick. That's all it takes."
The room was breathless.
"From this day forward," he declared, "Every newborn shall be granted a system. Those who reach God-level shall be royalty. And know this—the stronger you become, the longer you live. I myself am over 15,000 years old."
"Fifteen… thousand!?" the hall echoed.
"Yes. But beware," Xuán Míng warned. "Power comes with pain. The stronger you become, the harder the trials. Only the truly worthy can ascend."
With that, he turned, snapped his fingers, and vanished into thin air.
Back in his residence, he looked up into the night sky and smirked.
"The seed has been sown. Let's see what grows in a thousand years…"
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