2,123 years ago, mankind first crossed beyond the boundaries of the galaxy. Their dream was simple a better life, new possibilities, and infinite freedom. But reality turned out to be far more brutal. Arriving on one unfamiliar planet after another, humans discovered that each new world was already teeming with life. But that discovery didn't stop them. Instead, it marked the beginning of a horrific chapter, one in which human civilization systematically exterminated each planet's indigenous species and established their own empires.
In the pages of history, these genocides were written as "colonization." But the truth was far more terrible. Each new settlement was built upon the blood of countless lives. And standing on that blood-soaked foundation is today's Mizan World.
Mizan World, a shining jewel in humanity's crown. More than two millennia have passed since humans first set foot on this planet. For 2,100 years, they've built their own civilization here. cities, states, governments, even an entirely new calendar system. Their connection to Earth now exists only in history books. The people of Mizan World are proud of their separate identity,they're no longer Earthlings, they're Mizanians.
And the ruler of this Mizan World is Jamil bin Abdullah the current heir of the Abdullah dynasty.
9:45 PM.
Jamil bin Abdullah stands alone on the highest rooftop of his palace. Around him, only silence and darkness. In the distance, city lights twinkle, but those lights cannot dispel the darkness in his mind at this moment.
Jamil is a man of imposing presence. Six feet three inches tall, face covered with a thick beard, broad shoulders—looking at him, you'd think he was a warrior king. But tonight, that strong personality seems broken. Anxiety is clearly etched on his face, and an unclear fear circles in his eyes.
"Is this really possible?" Jamil whispered to himself. His voice was trembling. "No, no, this can't happen. This is just..."
But he couldn't finish the sentence. Because he himself doesn't know exactly what he's so worried about. Is it that ancient prophecy? Or that strange dream from last night? Or the warning his chief advisor had given?
Jamil took a deep breath and looked up at the sky. The sky tonight is unusually clear. No clouds, just countless stars twinkling. But why does he feel like a storm is waiting behind this calm sky?
He doesn't know how true his apprehension is.
Because at this very moment, from the deepest reaches of space, from millions of miles away, something is hurtling toward Mizan World. And that something will change the fate of this planet forever.
In space, in the dark void between stars, thousands of brilliant objects are racing at incredible speeds. From a distance, it would look like a meteor shower. But these aren't ordinary meteors.
These are stones,but stones not formed by any known laws of the universe. Each stone glows in a different color,golden, blood-red, blue, green, purple. Some stones are so bright that their light makes the surrounding darkness pale. Others are so black they seem to absorb light itself.
And the strangest thing is, each stone seems alive.
A golden stone keeps changing its size. One moment it's small as a grain of wheat, the next moment a massive boulder. Then it contracts again to become tiny as a pearl. As if this stone is experimenting with the boundaries of its own existence.
A blood-red stone spins madly around its own axis. Its speed is so fast it appears as a blurred circle. And with each rotation, red sparks of light burst from it, extinguishing in space.
Another stone,transparent and nearly invisible,keeps appearing and disappearing. One second it's visible like crystal, the next moment it completely vanishes, as if erased from space. Then it reappears somewhere else.
Each of these stones carries an unimaginable power. Such power that defies all laws of physics. Such power that hasn't been heard of even in legends of gods.
And now, all these stones are hurtling toward Mizan World.
Jamil is still looking up at the sky. His mind is still circling that unknown anxiety. Suddenly he noticed something.
A small point of light in one corner of the sky. At first he thought maybe it was a satellite or spaceship. But the next moment he saw another light. Then another. Then ten. Then a hundred.
Jamil's heartbeat increased.
The sky suddenly seemed to come alive. Countless points of light began to appear, each growing larger, growing brighter. And they were all rushing downward, toward Mizan World.
"Allah hu akbar..." Jamil whispered.
And then he saw the sight he would never forget for the rest of his life.
The sky,that calm, beautiful, star-filled sky, suddenly tore open. It seemed as if someone had ripped open the chest of the universe. A massive, blazing rift appeared in the middle of the sky. And from that rift began falling countless colored stones.
Jamil stood frozen in shock. His brain couldn't process this sight. What is this? How is it possible? Is this some kind of attack? Or some natural disaster? Or something else?
But whatever it is, Jamil knows that his world is changing forever at this moment.
70 kilometers from the palace, on the other side of the city, Aziz stands on the balcony of his large bungalow. A cigarette in his hand, and bitterness on his face.
Aziz is a middle-aged man with weariness etched on his features. He's a high-ranking
Manager of the Abdullah family.
tonight the weight of that work is pressing heavily on his mind.
"If only I hadn't done it that day..." Aziz said to himself, releasing cigarette smoke. "Maybe things would've been much better."
But he knows this is just self-deception. Because he did that job for money. Such good pay, such benefits, who wouldn't want it? He didn't think then how complicated managing the Abdullah family members could be. Their politics, their conspiracies, their cruelty, all combined into one nightmare.
"What can be done now anyway?" Aziz sighed and consoled himself.
Suddenly there was a loud thunder. Aziz looked up at the sky, startled. But there are no clouds in the sky is clear.
"Strange," Aziz said. "Feels like there'll be heavy rain, but there are no clouds."
He dropped the cigarette and crushed it with his foot. Then he said, "Why do I feel so light somehow..."
And then he realized something had gone wrong.
His feet weren't touching the ground.
Aziz looked down and saw he was floating about a foot above the balcony floor. His heart stopped. How is this possible?
"What's happening?" Aziz said in a panicked voice. He tried to bring himself down, but his body wasn't under his control.
Suddenly he felt a tremendous pull. As if some invisible hand was pulling him upward. And that pull was so powerful he could do nothing.
"Allah!" Aziz screamed. "Forgive me! My Lord, my Master, I've made a mistake! I'll never work for that dictator again! Forgive me!"
But that invisible force didn't hear his prayer. At rapid speed, Aziz was pulled toward the sky. The scene around him blurred. Below, his bungalow, then his neighborhood, then the whole city, everything kept getting smaller.
And then Aziz rose through the clouds. Cold air was hitting his face. Breathing was difficult. But at that moment his eyes fell on those stones.
Thousands of brilliant stones were rushing past him. Each stone glowing in a different color. So beautiful, so mesmerizing that Aziz forgot his terror for a moment. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.
And then a stone approached him.
It was a blood-red stone, about the size of a fist. It was spinning rapidly, and from it emanated a bright red glow. The stone approached Aziz, as if it had its own consciousness as if it knew what it had to do.
Aziz tried to close his eyes but couldn't.
The stone shot straight toward his left eye. Aziz thought this was his final moment. But what happened was something he could never have imagined.
The stone entered his eye, but there was no pain, no bleeding. The stone seemed to become liquid and merge with his eye, then spread throughout his entire body. Aziz felt a warm, strange sensation,as if electricity was flowing through his veins.
And then he realized, he was now flying on his own. No invisible force was pulling him. He could fly by himself.
Aziz conducted a test. He thought about going up, and he went up. Thought about going right, and he went right.
He can now fly.
And not only that, he felt an infinite power awakening inside him. His body, his mind, everything seemed transformed.
Aziz looked down once, toward Mizan World. Then turned his face north. And without any delay, he shot northward at the speed of sound. Behind him, he left a sonic boom .
This was the night when the history of Mizan World changed forever.