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Myriad Worlds Traveler

🇳🇬Cutelord_Seven
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In the realm of Eastern fantasy, a young man prepares to embark on a perilous journey across countless worlds. With a deep sense of determination and a hint of mystique, he readies himself to face the unknown. His quest: to traverse the vast expanse of the Myriad Worlds, navigating treacherous landscapes, ancient magic, and forgotten lore. As he sets out, the fate of his world and countless others hangs in the balance. Will he succeed in his endeavor, or will the weight of the Myriad Worlds crush him?
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Chapter 1 - Prologue

Seven stood in the grand courtyard, his rainbow-colored eyes fixed on the mysterious letter in his hand. His raven-black hair fell across his forehead, and his slender fingers traced the strange symbol on the parchment. His eyes shone like a kaleidoscope, with colors shifting depending on the angle - a rare phenomenon in the Celestial Realm, marking him as special. He wore a flowing white robe with intricate silver embroidery, a testament to his status as a pseudo-Celestial Emperor.

"Uncle, I've made up my mind," Seven said, his voice firm but laced with a hint of uncertainty. He gazed at Zed, who stood before him with a mix of concern and understanding. Zed's piercing ice-blue eyes seemed to bore into Seven's soul, and his silver hair was slicked back, revealing a prominent widow's peak.

Seven's rainbow eyes flashed with determination. "I have to know what this letter means. Whoever sent it claims to have a way to help me unlock my true potential."

Zed's expression turned sympathetic. "But, Seven, you don't even know who sent it. It could be a trap, a trick to manipulate you."

Seven's jaw set in defiance. "I have to try, Uncle. I can't just sit here and waste my potential."

Seven turned to leave, his rainbow eyes shining with determination. Only he and Zed knew about the mysterious letter, and he was determined to uncover its secrets.

"Seven, wait!" Zed called out, his voice low and urgent.

But Seven was undeterred, his confidence in his own strength and abilities driving him forward. He strode towards the palace gates, his white robe billowing behind him.

Just as he approached the gates, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was his elder brother, Ryker, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Where do you think you're going, little brother?" Ryker asked, his voice dripping with condescension.

Seven's eyes flashed with defiance. "That's none of your concern, Ryker."

Ryker sneered. "Oh, but it is. Father wouldn't be pleased if he knew you were sneaking off without permission."

Seven's jaw clenched in frustration. He knew Ryker was trying to provoke him, but he refused to back down.

Seven's eyes gleamed with a fierce light, his rainbow colors shifting to a fiery hue. "You want to test me, Ryker? Fine. But you'll regret it."

Ryker sneered, summoning a whirlwind that swirled around him. "I'll show you your place, little brother!"

But Seven didn't flinch. With a swift gesture, he summoned a blast of celestial energy that shattered Ryker's whirlwind and sent him stumbling back.

Ryker's eyes widened in shock as Seven approached him, his eyes blazing with intensity. "You may control the wind, Ryker, but I control the stars themselves."

With a flick of his wrist, Seven unleashed a burst of stardust that encased Ryker in a glittering, shimmering prison. "You'll never forget this lesson, brother."

Ryker's face twisted in anger and humiliation, but Seven just turned and continued towards the palace gates, leaving his brother trapped in a sparkling, celestial cage.

Ryker's face contorted in rage as he pulled out a small, intricately carved box from his pocket. He opened it, revealing a glowing, crystal-like object that pulsed with dark energy. With a snarl, he thrust the object at the stardust cage, dispelling it in an instant.

The aftermath of the dispel struck Seven like a whip, leaving a deep gash on his shoulder. He gritted his teeth in annoyance, his eyes flashing with anger.

"That was a mistake, Ryker," Seven growled, his hand instinctively reaching for the cosmic bag at his waist.

He pulled out a small, fluffy fox with fur that shimmered like the stars. The fox's eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intelligence, and its fur stood on end as it let out a mighty roar. The air around it seemed to distort, revealing the presence of four divine beasts: the dragon, the phoenix, the qilin, and the tortoise.

The fox, named Stellaluna, was a celestial pet with the blood of these four divine beasts coursing through its veins. Seven had raised it from a cub, and it had grown into a powerful, loyal companion.

Stellaluna's eyes fixed on Ryker, its fur bristling with hostility. Seven's wound throbbed in time with the fox's growls, as if their bond was amplifying his anger.

The guards gathered around the domain, their eyes fixed on the battle between Stellaluna and Ryker. They began to bet their valuables, using rare celestial objects.

"I'll bet a Thunder Tree Branch on the Fox!" one guard said, holding up a glowing branch that crackled with electricity.

"I'll raise you with Cupid's Tears!" another guard countered, holding up a vial of shimmering liquid that seemed to contain the essence of love itself.

A third guard chimed in, "I'll bet a Sundew's Kiss on the fox, Stellaluna's uniqueness will give Ryker a run for his money!"

The guards nodded in agreement, aware of Stellaluna's legendary status as a pet with the blood of four divine beasts. They expected a fierce battle between Stellaluna and Ryker himself, with Ryker relying on his wind magic to try and take down the powerful fox.

But Ryker had a secret weapon, one that he was hesitant to use but felt necessitated by the guards' lack of faith in him.

Ryker's eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief as he summoned Klynt, his celestial eagle. The guards' eyes widened in surprise, realizing too late that Ryker had been hiding a trump card.

Klynt, with wings as sharp as knives and feathers that shimmered like the stars, materialized beside Ryker. Its eyes burned with an inner fire, and its presence seemed to amplify Ryker's wind magic.

"The odds just changed, gentlemen," Ryker said, his voice dripping with confidence. "Klynt, show them what we're capable of!"

With a fierce cry, Klynt spread its wings, unleashing a torrent of wind that complemented Ryker's magic. The two of them worked in perfect harmony, their winds combining to create a maelstrom that threatened to engulf Stellaluna.

The guards gasped, their bets forgotten in the face of this unexpected turn of events.

Just as Ryker and Klynt's winds threatened to overwhelm Stellaluna, the image of the four divine beasts appeared behind the fox, their majestic forms shining with a light that seemed almost divine. The guards gasped in awe, recognizing the legendary creatures.

With a newfound surge of power, Stellaluna unleashed a mighty roar and swung its paw in a single, graceful motion. The force of its attack shattered Ryker's wind magic and sent Klynt flying back, its wings faltering.

The commotion finally drew the attention of the inner court members, who emerged from their chambers to investigate the disturbance. Seven knew he had to act fast, lest they delay him further.

"Stellaluna, transform!" Seven called out, his voice urgent.

Stellaluna's body began to glow, its fur stretching and shifting as it transformed into the divine dragon. The guards and inner court members watched in awe as the dragon's majestic form took shape.

With a mighty roar, the divine dragon spread its wings and took to the skies, Seven on its back. Together, they soared away from the palace, leaving Ryker, Klynt, and the stunned onlookers behind.

As Seven and the divine dragon Stellaluna flew away, the inner court members let out curses and shouts of anger, their faces red with rage.

"How dare he! He'll pay for his insolence!" one of them spat, shaking his fist at the departing figure.

But their words were empty threats. Stellaluna's divine power left them in the dust, its wings beating with a speed and grace that left the palace grounds far behind.

The guards and inner court members tried to pursue, but their efforts were laughable. Stellaluna's lead only grew, its dragonform slicing through the skies with ease.

Seven smiled, feeling the wind rushing past him as he gazed out at the landscape below. He knew he'd left his mark on the palace, and that Ryker and the others would never forget the day he'd outwitted them.

Seven gazed at the letter in his hand, the one he had received from the mysterious sender. He unfolded it, his eyes scanning the contents once more.

"Stellaluna, take me to the Azure Mist Mountains, to the peak where the ancient tree of wisdom stands," Seven said, his voice firm and resolute.

Stellaluna roared in response, its divine power surging as it altered its course, heading towards the distant mountains. The wind rushed past Seven, his hair and robes fluttering behind him.

As they flew, the landscape below transformed, the palace and its gardens giving way to rolling hills and eventually, the majestic Azure Mist Mountains. The peak where the ancient tree of wisdom stood came into view, its branches reaching towards the sky like a giant's fingers.

As they approached the Azure Mist Mountains, Stellaluna's wings began to falter, its divine power straining against the increasing pressure. Seven sensed his companion's distress and nodded in understanding.

"Transform back, Stellaluna. We'll cover the rest on foot," Seven said, his voice soft with concern.

Stellaluna nodded, its dragonform dissolving into the smaller, more agile fox shape. Seven dismounted, his feet touching the ground with a soft thud.

With a swift gesture, Seven cast a wind boost on himself and Stellaluna, their bodies surrounded by a gentle breeze that amplified their speed. Together, they sprinted towards the ancient tree, their footsteps light and swift on the mountain path.

The pressure grew stronger with each step, the air thickening with an otherworldly energy. Seven's heart raced with excitement and a hint of trepidation. What lay ahead, waiting for him at the ancient tree?

As Seven approached the ancient tree, he noticed five cloaked individuals waiting for him. Their faces were obscured by the shadows of their hoods, but their posture seemed relaxed, devoid of any hostile intent.

Seven's eyes narrowed as he observed them, his hand on the hilt of his sword. Stellaluna, sensing his caution, stayed close, its eyes fixed on the mysterious group.

"Why did you send me a letter?" Seven asked, his voice firm but measured.

The tallest of the five figures stepped forward, its cloak rustling in the wind. "We sent for you, Seven, because we have a proposition for you. One that requires your unique... skills."

Seven's gaze never wavered. "What kind of proposition?"

The cloaked figure continued, "We are messengers from... a certain individual. One who has a great interest in your abilities, Seven."

Seven's eyes narrowed. "Who is this individual?"

The figure hesitated, glancing around nervously. "We cannot reveal that information, bound as we are by the Heavenly Law. But know that our master's intentions are pure, and your meeting with them will be... enlightening."

Seven's mind raced with questions. Who could this mysterious individual be? And what did they want with him? But he knew that pressing the messengers for answers would be futile, bound as they were by the Heavenly Law's strict confidentiality.

Stellaluna seemed to sense his tension, its fur fluffing up slightly as it watched the messengers. Seven's hand on its head was a calming presence, a reminder that he wasn't alone in this mysterious encounter.

"What do you want me to do?" Seven asked finally, his voice measured.

The lead messenger bowed. "We ask that you follow us. Our master awaits, and time is of the essence."

As Seven followed the messengers, he noticed that the pressure in the air grew thicker, like a palpable force that pressed against his skin. Stellaluna, sensitive to the energy, whimpered and faltered, its legs trembling.

Seven's eyes narrowed, his strength as a pseudo Celestial Emperor surging to the forefront. He reached out and gently scooped up Stellaluna, placing it in his cosmic bag for safekeeping.

The messengers didn't seem to notice, leading him deeper into the mountains. But Seven's mind raced with calculations. The pressure here was immense, requiring at least the strength of a pseudo Celestial Emperor to withstand. And yet, these five individuals seemed to be handling it with ease...

His eyes locked onto the messengers, his gaze piercing. Who were they, really? And how did they possess such strength? Seven's hand rested on the hilt of his sword, his guard up. He was the only known pseudo Celestial Emperor, and he wouldn't let his guard down around potential rivals.

The messengers led him to a hidden cave, the entrance guarded by ancient runes that glowed with a faint, otherworldly light. Seven's eyes flashed with recognition - these runes were used by the Celestial Emperors themselves.

Without warning, the five messengers struck Seven with a blast of strange, pulsating energy. He stumbled, his vision blurring, and fell into the hidden cave. But as he struggled to get out, he realized that the cave was somehow warping and distorting, making escape impossible.

The messengers gathered at the entrance, their eyes aglow with an otherworldly light. They began to chant in unison, their voices rising to a frenzied crescendo. Seven's eyes widened as he realized they were performing a dark, ancient ritual.

The air was filled with the stench of blood and ozone as the messengers sacrificed themselves, their bodies dissolving into nothingness. The cave began to glow with an intense, blinding light.

Seven's world went dark.

Thousands of worlds away, in a realm beyond the Celestial World, a figure gazed up at the sky, a hint of a smile on their lips.

"The era of chaos has begun," they whispered, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.