[Objective: Receive the Blessing of Abundance…]
[Calculating the most probable method…]
[Complete!]
[Blocking memory…]
[Initiating simulation… Good luck]
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On a barren planet at the edge of the universe, several Antimatter Legion forces gathered.
Fleets of star destroyers hovered in orbit, while thousands of stony, purple figures stood upon the planet's surface in silent anticipation.
Planet HDB 189733 was one of the Legion's breeding grounds, chosen for its extreme and destructive environment.
A world seemingly hostile to all life - yet it was precisely this nature that allowed the Antimatter Legion to replace their fallen troops, the reason they remained a great threat to galactic civilization. Like the fallen Aeon of Propagation, they were born from ashen land and ruined soil.
Crack.
The barren ground split open.
Purple-tinged stone pushed upward through the fractured surface.
Crack.
More land ruptured as Antimatter beings were born, rising from the planet itself.
Almost all of them immediately knelt before the observing Lord Ravagers, driven by instinct alone.
All but one.
One Antimatter being - too small to be noticed - looked around with curious intelligence.
Like a newborn, it observed its surroundings in silent wonder.
Who… am… I…? it asked itself.
Before it could answer, immense pressure crashed down upon its body. A reverberating voice echoed within its mind.
"Not who, worthless worm… you are a what. And what are you?"
A chuckle followed - equal parts disgust and reverence.
"A tool of the greatest destruction."
It was told it was nothing more than a tool.
Yet deep within, something rebelled against that notion.
It knew it was different - but to survive, it needed to obey until it gained enough power.
"A mere tool of destruction, ready to serve," it replied obediently.
"Good~" came the sadistic chuckle.
[Year 1: You were born, a mere fragment of destruction.]
[Year 2: You served under Lord Ravager Phantylia. Her sadistic chuckles and self-obsessed personality became ingrained into your "memory."]
[Year 3: You developed an affinity for antimatter itself, earning a place within the mid-ranking hierarchy. Your small stature became a target of ridicule among your fellow legionnaires. Your lord found excuses to toy with you personally.]
[Year 4: Serving under Destruction, you were forced to participate in countless annihilations - destroying planets and stars.]
[Year 20: You trained relentlessly, experimenting with your innate power. Unlike your mindless peers and lords, you refined it through trial and error rather than instinct.]
[Year 50: Serving under Destruction molded you into a seasoned warrior.]
[Year 80: You perfected antimatter manipulation.]
[Nanook noticed your presence.]
[Your entire body trembled with fear.]
[Nanook granted you the Sigil of Destruction.]
[Your peers and lord stared at you in shock.]
[After countless discussions among the lords, you were granted a seat as a Lord Ravager.]
[Title bestowed: Omen of Destruction, Black Bird.]
[A legion was granted to you.]
[Year 90: With your new legion and peerless intelligence, you swept through the galaxy like a dark horse.]
[Your mere existence became a threat to every civilization.]
[Year 100: On your first decade as a Ravager, you held a celebration with your legion. Most of your subordinates were born without intelligence, but through your guidance, you taught them concepts, thought, and - through that - life.]
[The celebration was lively. Laughter and jokes echoed through the hall.]
[After the celebration, you returned to your throne.]
[You felt relieved… successful… hollow.]
[You stared at your arm - stony, rigid, lifeless - the proof you were born only to destroy.]
[You clenched your fingers in anger.]
["Why live in this lifeless shell?"]
[After months of unmoving solitude on the throne, you reached a conclusion: being a Ravager Lord was meaningless.]
[You deserted your post and escaped your own castle.]
[Your legion was stunned by your disappearance.]
[Your fellow Lords were enraged by your insubordination.]
[You became the most wanted fugitive within the Antimatter Legion.]
[Year 104]
It drifted lifelessly through the cosmos.
Several years passed, yet it found no answers.
"Hm," it hummed absentmindedly. No one could tell what thoughts lay behind the stone mask.
"Hm?" Something caught its attention.
"Interesting."
It floated toward a wrecked fleet, observing it from afar before drawing closer.
No one had survived. The cause of destruction was unknown.
Bodies drifted through space - blood, sweat, tears.
Everything it desired.
It wanted to understand how it felt to live, to feel emotion.
It felt jealousy… or what it believed jealousy to be.
It searched for a vessel that was barely intact.
It found one - a Foxian Cloud Knight, missing his left arm.
It deemed this body the least damaged.
It tore out its own void heart. Energy of Destruction surged violently with each pulse.
It thrust the heart into the guard's chest.
The body reacted violently to the overwhelming power.
At first, it rejected the foreign object - but under relentless force, it surrendered. The void heart corrupted every cell.
A void-corrupted body was born.
Its eyes snapped open.
It looked at its former vessel - the stone shell once brimming with power - now lifeless and hollow.
It touched it.
Cold. Hard.
It clenched its new fingers.
Soft. Warm.
Its thoughts grew heavy.
"Insufficient blood," it muttered, noticing the missing arm.
Blood loss - something entirely foreign to it.
Its mind began to falter.
Was this how it would end?
Had it finally obtained the life it desired?
No.
It wasn't jealousy.
It was longing.