The Green Star Galaxy lies in the farthest corners of the universe, under the watchful eyes of the Planitos star folk. Beings belonging to the Planitos star folk are born at the 7th level and possess a bloodline that grants them the potential to ascend to the 8th level. Since a way to surpass the 9th level has not been found in the known universe, they are considered one of the pinnacle races. Among this race, xsdof4 was a classic Planitos member who could not surpass the 7th level. He carried a sense of emptiness within him, experiencing a growing disappointment with each passing day.
"Hey, xsdof4, you idiot! Hurry up and take the golden star dust to chef ssdde2, or Master 9 is talking about smashing you!" shouted hfkt33, a local. The mockery in his voice boiled xsdof4's blood. "Damn it!" he shouted and began to run towards the restaurant, two light paths away, at thousands of times the speed of sound. As he ran, he felt the wind slap against his face, but fate was not so sharp. Hearing the ear-splitting roar of 9 dragons, he stumbled and spilled a few grams of the golden star dust into the void.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it! Curse you, lizards! Damn all of you!" he yelled, his eyes shining with fury. Looking towards the source of the sound with his cross-shaped eyes, xsdof4 saw the screaming Fredi. With veins popping from his head and angry, dazed eyes, he left a sinister grin and said, "Hmpf, bug, you started this." He pointed his fingers at the beautiful woman's belly. "Good luck, bastard! At least the kid won't have to endure that awful voice," he thought, continuing to run towards the restaurant with laughter mixed with tears. Inside him was a bittersweet feeling; he was laughing while writhing in the grip of an inner conflict.
On the west coast of the planet Tvamvos, in the year 639, a child's voice filled the entire neighborhood.
"Oh my God, Master Fred, you have a son!" shouted a green-haired woman with a bit of bloodstain and a bucket of hot water beside her. Her eyes sparkled with excitement.
"HAHAHAHA! I AM FRED ALIOSTER, HEAD OF THE INFINITE NOTE CULT, AND NOW I HAVE AN HEIR!" Around the man named Fred, nine dragons danced, and the resonance of his voice shook the planet Tvamvos. Even heaven covered the sky with golden lights to celebrate this joyous news.
"Oh God, finally! Little Alex, you really exhausted your mother," said a woman wearing a special pregnancy outfit with blue details and red Scandinavian patterns. Her name was Stella Volcram. She was the daughter of another great cult, recognized as a woman who could topple governments with her golden blonde hair and sky-blue eyes. Inside her, the complex emotions of motherhood swirled; joy, fear, and uncertainty intertwined.
Yet, there was something they were missing: the newborn baby seemed indifferent to the roars of the dragons shaking heaven or the whispers of the gentle and majestic woman like a spring breeze, as if he had never heard the sounds from the very beginning. Stella, worried by this situation, thought, "Could this silence be a harbinger of future danger?"