In the towering Platinumgrey building, young Lars throws sharp punches into the air, fully immersed in strength conditioning and refining his techniques. Sweat drips from his forehead as he shadowboxes with fierce determination.
Dustin walks past, raising an eyebrow before calling out, "Lars, Father isn't even here to watch us. Why don't you take a break for now?"
Lars doesn't respond. His focus stays locked on the rhythm of his movements.
Dustin sighs, "Why do you always have to work so hard, Lars? You can relax sometimes. You've still got a long way to go before your time in the Star Games."
Without stopping, Lars replies, "I have to keep pushing. If I don't, I'll never catch up to you or Father in strength."
Suddenly, Dustin's phone buzzes. He pulls it out and answers. A holographic image of Gaia bursts from the screen in digital form.
"Hurry, Dustin!" Gaia exclaims. "We've got a whole list of new songs to sing!"
Dustin smiles. "I'm coming! Don't you dare sing a single one without me!" With that, he bolts out of the training room.
Lars stops for a moment and mutters to himself, "And this fool of a brother is stronger than me… So gifted, yet so unaware. All that awaits us nobles is godhood. I'll be the first god from Planet Isha."
Years pass.
The day after Dustin's exile, Lars trains with Zion in the same training room. They spar fiercely, until Zion slams a heavy punch into Lars's face, knocking him to the floor.
"Get up, son!" Zion commands.
Lars rises slowly, his nose bleeding but his resolve unshaken. "Yes, Father!"
They continue the session. Lars strains to block Zion's punishing blows, nearly faltering under the pressure.
"You can't disappoint me like your brother," Zion roars. "Become stronger! Prove you're worthy of the Star Games!"
More time passes.
Now older, Lars walks into a stadium deep in the commoner city, flanked by his pawn team. A group of robotic security guards scan them one by one. After a pause, a green light blinks—cleared.
Inside, they spot Gilga watching his own pawn team battle a group of commoners in the arena. Gilga raises a hand to stop the match and leaps into the battlefield.
"Pawns and unworthy commoners," he declares, "witness a sparring match between two great nobles."
Lars jumps into the ring without hesitation. The two noble warriors charge at each other, their clash echoing across the stadium.
Time passes.
Lars lies on the ground, beaten and breathing heavily. Gilga stands over him, barely touched.
"You're stronger and faster than me, Lars," Gilga says, "but that's not enough to beat someone as perfect as me. I am God's chosen. You have the skills, but you lack the ability to adapt."
He smiles and extends a hand.
"But I like your spirit. You remind me of my ex-pawn. Join me in the Star Games as an equal. I'm sure we'll go far together."
Lars stares at him for a moment, then grips his hand. The crowd watches in silence as the two nobles stand united.
The flashback ends.
In the present, in the northern wastelands of Doom Planet, a blizzard howls. Snow falls fast, swallowing the massive crater.
At the center lies Lars—unconscious, his body broken, surrounded by blood-stained snow.
But suddenly, the blizzard halts. A pressure fills the air as the Power Dragon descends from the clouds, its intense aura shattering the silence. It lands at the edge of the crater with a thunderous roar that shakes the snowy terrain.
Within the crater, Lars lies unconscious. Then, a familiar voice echoes in his mind—Zion's.
"Get up, son!"
Lars's eyes snap open. His aura ignites, bursting from his body in a radiant surge, melting the snow in an instant. He rises slowly, trembling, only to look up and see the Power Dragon looming above the crater, its eyes locked on him.
He clenches his fists, and in a flash of purple lights, his magic gauntlets form around his hands.
"RAAAHH!" Lars roars back at the dragon.
The dragon responds in kind with a deafening roar, then charges in with a double claw strike. As it closes in, another voice echoes in Lars's mind which is Gilga's.
"Adapt."
Lars narrows his eyes, sidesteps the attack, and counters with a devastating uppercut. The blow connects, snapping the dragon's head back. He follows it with a flurry—hundreds of punches at blinding speed—each strike slamming into the dragon's body.
With a spin, Lars channels his strength into a single punch. His gauntlet pulses with power as the punch smashes into the dragon's stomach, launching it out of the crater and sending it crashing through the snowy fields.
Lars leaps out after it, his gauntlets now glowing brilliantly, steaming with purple smoke. He throws another barrage—one hundred explosive punches—each one firing a beam of energy that bombards the dragon, causing explosions to erupt all around it.
Breathing heavily, Lars stumbles back. Blood trickles from his brow. He steadies himself and growls,
"Father, are you watching? I'm going to slay this dragon in our family's name. I'm giving it everything I've got!"
As the smoke clears, the dragon rises—barely harmed. Its glowing scales shimmer brighter, its aura becoming more intense. Then, without warning, beams of light shoot upward from its scales—hundreds of lasers—piercing the sky before raining down like divine judgment.
Lars's eyes widen.
"My attacks... why isn't working?"
He sprints across the snow, dodging the explosive impacts, but he's soon caught in a barrage. The ground erupts around him.
The dragon paces forward, scales now flashing white, as the flashing goes away. With a single beat of its wings, it clears the smoke—and sees Lars lying in the snow, bloodied and still.
It lowers its head and charges, ready to end it with a brutal headbutt.
But then, a voice—Dustin's voice—calls out in Lars's mind.
"Brother!"
Lars's eyes flare open, fury returning to his body. He grits his teeth and launches himself upward with a roar, throwing a right punch infused with all his remaining power. Steam erupts from his gauntlet as it surges with raw magic.
The dragon's head collides with Lars's fist. Their auras explode upon contact, sending snow spiraling violently in every direction.
Lars roars louder, With a final push, he overpowers the dragon—his punch smashing through the force of the headbutt, sending the dragon hurtling once more across the frozen field.
His right gauntlet cracks, then shatters, falling to pieces as he staggers, breath heaving.
The dragon, now enraged, powers up again. Its scales glows, and with a mighty swipe, it unleashes an enormous energy wave.
Lars lifts his remaining gauntlet to block. The blast slams into him, dragging him backward across the snow. Sparks fly as his gauntlet strains to contain it. He lets out a cry and barely redirects the energy upward—the energy wave streaks into the sky and explodes.
He crashes hard into the snow, blood spraying across the frozen ground. His last gauntlet falls apart, leaving him unarmed and trembling.
The dragon's scales flashes white once more as it paces around in spot, its flashing of white then stabilizes.
But then suddenly, a massive chunk of ice slams into the dragon's head from the side.
The dragon reels and turns, snarling.
A woman stands nearby, her body cloaked in a shimmering white aura. A single horn curls from the right side of her head, her eyes locked on the dragon with fierce resolve.
The woman steps forward, her breath steady despite the freezing winds. With a confident smirk, she says,
"Well, at least he stalled long enough for me to cast this powerful spell."
She raises her hand, and the snow beneath the Power Dragon trembles. A massive glowing magic circle bursts to life under the dragon, etched with ancient runes and pulsing with energy.
She clenches her fist.
In a brilliant flash of light, the Power Dragon is instantly frozen in a colossal sphere of ice. Magic vines spiral and slither around the frozen prison, reinforcing it with layers of mystical power that shimmer and shift like living threads.
The woman turns and walks toward Lars, who is laying on his back, trembling and bleeding. His vision blurs as he looks up at her—eyes filled with pain, awe, and fading strength.
She kneels beside him, her aura calming as snow begins to fall gently around them.
Lars's lips part slightly, as if to speak—then his eyes flutter shut, and he falls, unconscious.
In the ruined lands of Vel Temple, chaos erupts as Vel and her team sprint out of the crumbling structure. Behind them, the Bio Dragon smashes through the ancient walls with terrifying ease. It unleashes a guttural roar, shaking the sky as dozens of Star Players charge at it, weapons drawn.
But the Bio Dragon's aura expands—thick, wild, and pulsating with primal energy.
Suddenly, tree roots burst from the earth, sharp as spears. They impale the Star Players through their chests, lifting their bodies into the air. As the roots absorb them, their flesh withers and their bodies transform into red leaves that drift lifelessly down.
The dragon roars again.
The ground convulses violently. Massive dirt pillars erupt all around, crushing more Stars under tons of shifting terrain.
Vel's eyes sharpen as she spots something—a slight movement among the dragon's living armor. The tree-like scales shift, revealing a glowing green core in its chest.
Without hesitation, Vel leaps from platform to platform as the earth rumbles beneath her. Sword in hand, she bounds toward the exposed core and thrusts her blade into it. A crack forms—small, but real.
The core shutters closed as the tree scales snap shut, reinforced by new layers of dirt armor. The Bio Dragon roars in fury and lunges at her.
A teammate shouts, pushing Vel to the side just in time.
CRUNCH.
The dragon's jaws slam shut on her teammate—and on Vel's arm. Blood sprays as her arm is severed clean. Vel falls, her scream echoing as the ground beneath her crumbles, sending her plummeting.
As the earth collapses around her, she notices green arrows embedding into the walls—holding them apart.
Above, a streak of green light flashes.
Kayle swoops in, her wings radiant with green wind magic. She grabs Vel mid-fall, just before the ground closes in completely. With a gust of wind, Kayle soars upward, dodging debris as the Bio Dragon unleashes a massive green energy beam that carves through the landscape.
Spinning through the air, Kayle boosts her speed with wind magic and narrowly evades the blast. She glances back.
The Bio Dragon's chest opens again, the core glowing brighter. It fires another beam downward. The earth lights up with eerie green light as massive pillars of energy erupt, vaporizing everything in their path—another wave of Star Players dies from the disaster.
Kayle finally lands on the western shore of the ruined lands, where the ground is more stable. The rumbling fades.
Tomi and his team rush over.
"Kayle!" Tomi shouts. "Did you learn anything being that close to the dragon?!"
Kayle nods, still breathing heavily.
"Yeah. I know how to slay it now..." she says. "But it'll take a whole lot of power."
Vel coughs harshly, blood dripping from the fresh stump where her arm used to be.
Kayle quickly kneels beside her, channeling healing magic into the wound. The bleeding stops, but the arm is gone.
Vel stares down at it and mutters,
"So much for building a Star community... I thought with so many of us together, we could survive anything. But I didn't expect a disaster like this."
Vel looks over at Kayle, her voice weary.
"Why did you save me?"
Kayle pauses. Her gaze shifts toward the distance, unsure.
"I... I don't know. I was only there to observe the dragon's power, but..."
She trails off, a flicker of memory flashing in her mind—Vel falling through the air reminds her of that day she herself was falling from Oasis, her father's cold voice echoing as she was exiled.
She shakes her head, brushing the thought away.
"Maybe your little bonus of charm kicked in and made me saved you, don't think too much about it." She smirks faintly. "Be grateful. I'll need all the help I can get. We have to form a plan before fighting this dragon—charging in blind will only get all of us killed."
Tomi steps forward, voice strong and steady.
"Listen up! If any of you want out, now's the time. If you don't think you can survive this wave of doom, there's no shame in walking away. We'll see you all at the next game stage. And don't worry—even if your placements are low, we'll make sure to use our benefits from higher placements to assist you all at the next stage."
A quiet ripple passes through the group. Several Stars look at each other, conflicted. Then, about a dozen of them nod and begin to head off, determined to complete their personal tasks.
A couple of others exchange glances with Kayle and Tomi, with a respectful nod, they bid farewell. As they turn in their completed tasks, a glow surrounds their bodies, and in a flash of light, they vanish—magically transported back to the God Stadium.
All across the planet in the eastern islands, northern snow lands, Taeo city, southern inferno island, ruined lands, and Taeo city, chaos and resolve intertwine. Star Players scramble to finish their two assigned tasks. Some fight monsters, others help survivors, and some even killing each other just to complete their given task. One by one, as they complete their tasks, they turn them in—and just like that, they're whisked away from doom planet, returning to the safety and suspense of the God Stadium.
Meanwhile, in the northern lands of snow, deep within the snow village, a massive ice cube stands tall in a ceremonial chamber. Inside it—frozen still—is Lars.
Suddenly, his eyes snap open.
Cracks splinter through the ice. A loud crack echoes through the chamber as the ice cube shatters completely, and Lars drops to the floor, falling onto his stomach. He blinks in confusion, examining his body—his wounds are gone, completely healed.
A moment later, the one-horned girl enters the room, her steps soft yet deliberate. She stands tall, her white aura subtly pulsing around her.
"I'm Atheen Rammos from Planet Kairus," she says calmly. "I'm the Chosen for these native people of the snow village."
Lars immediately reacts by getting up and summoning his magic gauntlets with a low growl. He stands, ready to strike.
Atheen raises an eyebrow.
"Don't be a fool and rush back into battle. You're no match for that dragon."
Her words hit him harder than expected. He hesitates. For a moment, he considers attacking her and her people—but the memory of the Power Dragon's overwhelming strength flashes in his mind. He lowers his fists, and the gauntlets fade away. He's quiet relieved that Atheen misunderstood his approach.
He exhales slowly.
"I'm Lars Platinumgrey, from Planet Isha. What happened out after I loss?"
Atheen walks closer, maintaining her calm demeanor.
"My people saw you crash onto our land. When I arrived, the dragon had just landed. I watched your battle—it was quite the spectacle." She tilts her head as her white magic continues to swirl around. "and it definitely lives up to its name."
Lars narrows his eyes.
"That dragon has a name?"
Atheen nods.
"Yes, they do indeed. In our village, we have fortune-tellers—seers who glimpse fragments of the future. They had a vision of God himself forging five dragons in the void of space."
She pauses, then recites the names with quiet reverence.
"The Bio Dragon. The Power Dragon. The Blaze Dragon. The Storm Dragon. And The Robotic Dragon."