Nebulae burn like celestial fires, galaxies slowly rotating as if time itself is holding its breath. At the center of this endless cosmic ocean lies a forbidden region of space the Abyssal Expanse where no civilization dared to tread.
"In an age long forgotten, there existed a race born of pure cosmic force… the Xarionis."
The scene shifts to an ancient battlefield drifting through space shattered planets, frozen warships, and colossal alien remains suspended in zero gravity, at the heart of the devastation stands a towering figure clad in radiant, cracked armor: the King of the Xarionis. His body bears the scars of countless wars, his eyes still burning with defiance.
He raises his hand, and the void trembles.
A blinding flash,A dangerous region of space collapses inward, conquered by sheer will and unimaginable power.
Within the collapsing cosmic sphere, something awakens.
A treasure beyond comprehension an object radiating layered energies: creation, destruction, evolution, and truth itself. Stars bend around it. Time distorts.
The king has claimed the impossible.
Dark chains forged of anti-matter bind the Xarionis King as he stands upon a colossal execution platform, floating above a dying star. Millions of beings from countless races watch in silence some in fear, some in awe.
The execution blade hums, fed by universal energy.
The king laughs, not in madness but in certainty.
He lifts his head and speaks, his voice echoing across galaxies.
Xarionis King finally declared "My treasure?, if you want it… you can have it, I have left everything I collected… in one place!"
The next moment the blade falls.
A shockwave of energy explodes outward, tearing through space-time itself.
Suddenly across the universe: Warriors abandon their thrones, outlaws ignite their engines, angels, demons, aliens, and humans look up to the stars, ancient civilizations awaken from slumber.
Star maps rewrite themselves. Rumors spread like wildfire.
That's when "The Great Galactic Era" begins.
Similarly, driven by pride, power, freedom, and truth, countless galactic warriors embarked on a journey towards the boundless universe, the treasure they sought being the cosmic orbs.
Even after countless ages, the words of the Xarionis King continued to echo across the cosmos, the search for the Cosmic Orbs and the Divine Treasure never ceased only intensified."
The reveals burning star systems, shattered civilizations, and endless wars fought in the name of power, entire galaxies tremble as empires rise and fall, all chasing the same myth.
In the silent depths of space, a small escape pod hurtles through the void. Unlike warships or royal vessels, this pod is simple scarred, ancient, yet humming with immense celestial energy.
Then a massive interstellar travel ship emerges from hyperspace an enormous vessel transporting passengers, supplies, and cargo across hostile regions.
The pod collides gently against its magnetic docking field.
Crew Member 1 sent a message via over-communication to the pod: "Unregistered pod detected. Probably a late cargo transfer."
Crew Member 2 replied via communication: "Ha! Toss it in storage bay seven. We're already behind schedule."
Then, the pod is pulled inside the ship, sealed among towering stacks of containers.
Suddenly alarms scream.
Red lights flash throughout the ship.
Ship AI raises warning news "warning, hostile alien warship approaching."
Outside, an evil alien warship, jagged and insect-like, opens fire. Explosions rock the hull.
In the confusion, panic spreads.
Amid the chaos, a female space thief moves like a ghost through the corridors. Her eyes gleam as she pries open storage crates filled with rare cosmic metals.
Space thief smirking said war, alarms, screaming crew… perfect cover."
She stuffs glowing alloys into her bag and vanishes into the shadows.
In the storage bay, two grasshopper-like aliens silvers of the evil force land inside the ship after breaking the hull.
Their mandibles click as they scan the area.
The grasshopper alien 1 asked, "The unknown Pod, the weapon, can we tell our captain about this or open it now?"
The grasshopper alien 2 hastily replied "open it".
They tear at the pod's hatch.
A sudden pulse of celestial energy erupts.
The pod explodes open.
And a strange youngster bursts out, eyes glowing, aura flaring wildly.
that sixteen-year-old youngster is aghora seraphic; He's hybrid xarionis alien and there possesses limitless celestial energy and immense strength.
He has an eternally young, divine beauty, a celestial aura, his skin is cold-white, soft and luminous, smooth and shimmering like moonlight Silk, giving off a divine presence. His face was delicate, with finely symmetrical features, a soft jawline, soft cheeks, and his lips are soft and rosy. He has a stern, emotionless expression, giving him an air of Calm superiority. He has a golden eye-shaped mark on his forehead, almost like a third eye, but it has not yet awakened in him, and it indicates advance. Perception or otherworld abilities. His silver eyes are bright and captivating, suggesting divinity and mystery. The eyes are framed with Thick Red Eyeshadow that extends outward in a Painterly slant, sharpening his gaze and giving him an intense, mystical charm. He has eye makeup that is a startling shade of Crimson, extending from the inner corners to long, pointed wings. His eyes have a blade-like appeal due to the strong, geometric wings. A small line of black eyeliner goes over the middle of his eyes to accentuate their form, while a gentle crimson gradient sits beneath them, fading into. Darker Hues. His hair is curly black, incredible long, flowing freely behind him like shadow threads. It is partly tied up into a topknot, held in place by horn-like structures that grow naturally from his head. His horns are curved and pointed, dark in color, symbolizing a higher-class or ancient species trait. He was wearing dark robots with a Pyramid symbol behind them, and he was loose black pants with a flowing skirt-like garment over them, with a visible purple lining at the edges. A silver belt was wrapped around his waist, and he who was shadow boots.
Aghora seraphic is a hyperactive, intelligent, a cunning cunning man who is very confident for his age, yet God hearted.
Aghora spoke excitedly oh! visitors!"
Before they can react, Aghora moves.
A blur of motion, one alien is slammed into the wall with a playful kick, the second is lifted effortlessly and knocked unconscious with a flick of glowing energy.
Both collapse instantly.
Then Aghora dusts off his hands.
The ship shakes again, but Aghora sniffs the air.
Aghora smiled and said to himself, "…Is that food?"
Ignoring the alarms, he casually walks toward the storage area for rations, humming cheerfully.
From behind stacked crates, a thin human boy watches in terror.
His clothes are torn. His eyes hollow from years of fear.
This is Bolivian, a scared human boy, a slave, a survivor, a human forced to serve the evil alien force aboard stolen ships.
He watches Aghora defeat the monsters effortlessly.
Bolivian trembles but follows.
Aghora opens a ration crate and starts eating energetically.
Aghora mouth full thought Mmm! Space food's still terrible, but hey fuel's fuel!"
A soft voice speaks from behind.
Bolivian fearfully begged "Please… don't hurt me."
Aghora turns, surprised.
He sees not an enemy but a terrified child.
The cosmic aura around him softens instantly.
Aghora gently asked, "Hurt you? Why would I do that?"
Then the Bolivian falls to his knees.
The Bolivian said sadly, "They… they kill humans who disobey. I've been a slave since I was little."
Aghora kneels down, eye level with him.
Aghora, gently and smirking, said, "Man, you're dumb and stupid!"
"Your brutal honesty," the Bolivian said again, sadly.
"If you don't like it, then run away!" Aghora asked.
"I can't, no way, no way, just the thought of Captain Alvis finding me frightens me and makes me weak in the knees," the Bolivian answered fearfully.
"Oh, you're a wimp too? Man, I hate you," Aghora said, laughing.
The Bolivian became even sadder, but that sadness was what gave him hope.
And at that time a colossal interstellar travel ship, now revealed to be under the control of the Evil Alien Force, drifts through space like a moving fortress, massive docking arms connect it to several warships, transferring: Refined cosmic metals, rare interstellar gems, crates of advanced alien weapons, energy cores capable of destroying planets.
Then the lesser hangar roars with activity.
On the command deck stands Captain Alvis, a hardened commander with sharp eyes and a scar running across her face. Sweat beads on her brow as alarms echo faintly in the distance.
Crew members surround him, arguing loudly.
Crew Member 1 said "the loading is behind schedule! the warships are demanding immediate departure!"
Crew Member 2 said doubtfully "We've lost contact with two cutter squads in the lower storage bay!"
Crew Member 3 angrily warned "If the generals find even a single missing gem, we're dead!"
Captain Alvis slams her fist onto the command console.
Captain Alvis questioned in a loud voice, "Enough! Do you think I don't know that?"
She exhales sharply, trying to keep control.
Captain Alvis commanded with a stern look, "Finish loading the metals first; weapons go last. Anyone who slows this operation answers to me."
The crew falls silent, but fear lingers.
Suddenly, the command deck doors hiss open.
Two cutter aliens grasshopper-like enforcers known for their cruelty stumble inside.
Their armor is cracked, their blades are broken.
And most unsettling of all,they are shaking.
Crew Member whispering "Those are the cutters from storage bay seven…"
The cutter aliens collapse to their knees before Captain Alvis.
Captain Alvis coldly ordered "Explain now."
The first cutter alien raises its head. Its compound eyes tremble.
Cutter Alien 1 said fearfully, "Captain… there is something aboard this ship."
Captain Alvis narrowed her eyes.
Captain Alvis questioned, "Something?"
The second cutter alien speaks, his voice cracking, "It came from a pod. We thought it was cargo."
Murmurs spread across the deck.
Captain Alvis angrily asked, "You lost two squads… to cargo?"
The first alien swallowed hard.
Cutter Alien 1, concealing his fear, said clearly, "It was a boy."
Silence. then laughter breaks out among the crew.
Crew Member jokingly said "A boy? You expect us to believe"
Cutter Alien 1 shouting in panic "he defeated us without effort!"
The laughter dies instantly.
The Cutter alien continues, barely holding itself together.
Cutter Alien 1 reported, "He burst from the pod like an exploding star. His energy—
it wasn't mechanical… it wasn't psionic…"
Cutter Alien 2 whispering, "It was celestial, I think he might be a galactic warrior."
What!? A galactic warrior? Captain Alvis thought angrily.
At that time, Aghora was eating energy fruits, nutrient bars inside the travel ship's storage area, and the Bolivian was watching him in surprise.
Aghora cheerfully said "Whew! I forgot how hungry cosmic jumps make me."
Across from him, Bolivian sat cautiously, clutching a ration pack with shaking hands, he watched Aghora as if observing a wild creature that could change forms at any moment.
Bolivian finally gathered the courage to speak.
Bolivian hesitantly said, "Y-You said your name is Aghora… Seraphic."
Aghora nodded, taking another bite.
Aghora replied, "Yep!"
Bolivian swallowed.
Bolivian asked, "W-Where are you from?"
Aghora paused mid-chew, then smiled warmly.
Aghora replied evasively, "Hmm… that's complicated."
He leaned back, resting his hands behind his head.
Aghora said a few things about himself: "I'm a hybrid Xarionis alien. Half celestial, half… well, other things."
Bolivian's eyes widened in surprise.
aghora continued casually, as if talking about a simple hobby.
Aghora said about his goal like simple hobby "I want to collect the cosmic orbs, find the divine treat, and become the emperor of the universe."
Silence, the words echoed in Bolivian's mind like thunder.
Bolivian asked shocked "…e-emperor?"
His breath became Shallow.
Bolivian shouted in disbelief "T-That's Impossible, Emperors Rule Galaxies, They Destroy Worlds."
Aghora tilted his head.
Aghora confidently said "Yeah. That's why I want to do it differently."
Bolivian stared at him in horror.
Bolivian slowly backed away until his back hit a crate.
Bolivian asked with trembling "You… you're not human."
Aghora blinked, genuinely surprised.
Aghora smiled and said, "Oh! Right. I guess I didn't mention that clearly."
A faint celestial glow pulsed from his body. His horns became more visible, his tail flicking lightly behind him.
Bolivian's heart pounded.
Bolivian voice cracking painfully said "aliens killed my family… enslaved me… destroyed my home."
Tears welled in his eyes.
The Bolivian, in anger and pain, questioned, "How do I know you're not the same?"
At that moment, Aghora's playful expression faded.
Aghora stood up slowly, careful not to frighten him.
"You don't," Aghora said softly.
Bolivian frozen.
Then Aghora placed a ration pack into Bolivian's hands.
Aghora said "But if I wanted to hurt you… you'd already be gone."
The Bolivian trembled but he did not pull away.
Aghora said calmly "I hate this universe the way it is, too much fear, too much slavery."
He looked towards the metal walls of the ship.
Aghora explained "that's why I want to be Emperor, not for power, just for peace"
He met Bolivian's eyes.
Aghora said bravely, "But to stop this."
Bolivian slowly sat back down.
Fear still clung to him, but something else had joined it.
Bolivian hesitantly asked, "If... if you really become emperor, will humans be free?"
Aghora smiled a sincere, gentle smile.
Aghora, as a future emperor of the universe, promised, "I promise, I will certainly bring peace."
The ship shuddered again as distant explosions echoed through the hull.
In that fleeting moment, fear loosened its grip on the human heart… and hope took its place."
The Bolivian clenched his fists.
For the first time in his life, he was not thinking about survival alone, he was thinking about escape.
Bolivian firm, though trembling said "Aghora… I don't want to live like this anymore."
Aghora looked at him, surprised then smiled softly.
Aghora spoke "Good, that means you're alive."
Bolivian swallowed hard.
Bolivian asked "Take me with you."
Aghora placed a hand on his shoulder.
Aghora calm, sincere said "hope's heavy, don't drop it."
The Bolivian nodded.
The Roof Collapses before another word could be spoken
BOOOOM! There was a sound.
The storage chamber roof collapsed, metal tearing apart like paper, dust, smoke, and sparks filled the air, crashing down around them.
Bolivian screamed and shielded his face.
Through the settling dust, heavy footsteps echoed.
A massive silhouette descended from above.
Captain Alvis landed amidst the rubble, her armored boots crushing metal beneath them. Her eyes burned with fury.
She first turned to Bolivian.
Captain Alvis cold, venomous asks "A human slave… daring to dream?"
Bolivian frozen.
Then her gaze shifted.
She studied Aghora carefully his horns, his glowing eyes, his calm expression.
Curiosity replaced rage.
Captain Alvis said "So… you're the boy, you don't look like the galactic warrior Zairian".
Aghora blinked,then he tilted his head.
Aghora casually asked "Huh? You're the captain?"
He squinted.
Aghora casually said, "Wow. I thought you'd be taller… and younger."
Understanding what Aghora was trying to say, the Bolivian felt as if his heart had dropped.
Aghora said, "You kinda look like an old woman."
The storage went silent.
Crew members who had followed Captain Alvis gasped in disbelief.
Crew Member whispering "…Did he just say that"
Captain Alvis's face twitched, veins bulged along her neck.
Captain Alvis roared "you insolent whelp!"
She raised her massive energy hammer, its core crackling violently.
Before she could swing
Aghora grabbed the Bolivian by the arm.
Aghora cheerfully said "Field trip!"
With a single leap, he burst upward, smashing through the remaining ceiling and rocketing onto the ship's upper deck.
Then the wind howled.
Stars stretched endlessly above them.
Bolivian clung to Aghora, shaking.
Bolivian panicked asked "We're outside!"
Aghora simply replied "relax, it's just space."
At that time Crew members rushed in from all directions, firing stun weapons and plasma batons.
Aghora gently set Bolivian down.
Aghora calmly said "Stay here, count to five."
He cracked his knuckles.
No energy blasts, no celestial techniques, only pure physical strength.
A blur of motion, pne punch shattered armor, one kick sent bodies flying, another slammed into the deck unconscious.
In seconds, every crew member lay defeated.
Bolivian stared in disbelief.
Bolivian whispering, "…He didn't even glow, but he instantly defeated everyone; he is truly strong."
Heavy footsteps echoed again, it belonged to captain Alvis.
Captain Alvis climbed onto the deck, fury blazing in her eyes.
Captain Alvis threatened "You've doomed yourself, boy."
Bolivian stepped back instinctively.
Fear returned but then he remembered Aghora's words," hope's heavy, don't drop it".
Bolivian stepped forward.
Bolivian said, his voice shaking but loud, "You're afraid."
Captain Alvis froze.
Bolivian clenched his fists.
Bolivian shouted bravely, "You rule with fear because that's all you have!"
Crew members watched in shock.
Captain Alvis's eyes burned red.
Captain Alvis roared in anger, "How dare you! I'm going to kill you!"
She raised her hammer.
Her hammer energy surged violently.
Captain Alvis snarled, saying, "I'll erase you!"
At that moment, Bolivian closed his eyes.
Aghora stepped forward, his expression was no longer playful, he raised his wrist.
At that time, only a small amount of celestial energy, equivalent to five present, spread through his right wrist, and even that caused the asteroids surrounding the ship to shatter under the pressure.
Now, for the first time, Aghora Seraphic released his energy.
That energy was a faint glow surrounding his hand.
Aghora said calmly, "Hands off my hope."
Aghora's punch landed forcefully on Captain Alvis's stomach.
The punch sound wasn't an explosion,it was silence breaking.
Captain Alvis's armor shattered inward, her eyes widened.
Time slowed.
Then, she was launched off the deck, her body spiraling violently into the void of space, her scream vanished into nothingness.
The deck fell silent.
Bolivian stared at the empty stars.
Bolivian shaking asked"…Is she dead?"
Aghora shrugged.
Aghora said quietly"space decides that."
He turned and smiled.
Aghora said proudly"You did great."
Bolivian exhaled, tears streaming down his face, not from fear but relief.