Shen's eyes snapped shut, and he was transported to a realm beyond his wildest imagination. The cosmos unfolded before him like a canvas of unending conflict.
I witnessed the fabric of reality unraveling. Galaxies collided, stars exploded, and celestial bodies shattered. Beings of unfathomable power clashed, their stellar features radiating boundless energy.
A being with skin like nebulae wielded a sword that sliced through galaxies.
A warrior with hair like solar flares summoned a maelstrom of supernovae.
A champion with eyes like black holes manipulated gravity, warping space-time.
Great Devourers, colossal entities with darkness-filled maws, devoured entire galaxy clusters.
Xaroths, massive beings with stellar cores, consumed planetary systems, forging new galaxies.
The Nexus Seat, a throne of cosmic energy, pulsed at the war's center.
Its occupant, the young man with white hair and purple, misty eyes, orchestrated the chaos.
With a wave of his hand, galaxies shifted, planets birthed, and stars died.
His power was boundless, reshaping reality.
The young man with white hair and purple, misty eyes sat upon the Nexus Seat, surveying the cosmic war unfolding before him.
Despite his boundless power, he didn't intervene. Instead, he watched with an air of detachment, as if the conflict was mere entertainment.
Galaxies collided, stars exploded, and celestial bodies shattered. Beings of unfathomable power clashed, their stellar features radiating energy.
The young man's gaze drifted across the battlefield, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
He witnessed a great devourer devour a galaxy cluster, and a Xaroth forge a new galaxy.
His expression remained unchanged, unmoved by the destruction.
The six powerful beings at his back fought valiantly, their powers reshaping reality.
But to the young man, they were mere puppets, dancing on strings of cosmic fate.
He manipulated the fabric of space-time, orchestrating the war's rhythm.
With a wave of his hand, planets aligned, galaxies merged, and reality bent to his will.
Yet, he didn't participate. He observed, studied, and awaited.
Awaited what, I wondered?
The warriors' determination, the Xaroths' fury, and the Great Devourers' hunger – all seemed insignificant to him.
As if he knew a truth beyond their understanding.
A truth that made this cosmic war mere child's play.
A woman with wings like aurora borealis crafted galaxy-spanning networks.
A warrior with skin like polished asteroid forged planetary systems.
A sorceress with hair like cosmic rays wove celestial tapestries.
Their auras blended, forging an unstoppable force.
I saw myself, clad in a suit of armor forged from stellar steel, wielding energy blades that sliced through galaxies.
I fought alongside the warriors, unleashing cosmic fury.
Planets coalesced from dust, galaxies merged, and reality bent to our will.
I closed my eyes, but my mind refused to rest. Visions burst forth, like flashes of memories.
A phoenix's screech echoed, followed by a dragon's roar. I saw warriors clashing, their faces familiar.
A heroine with silver hair wielded a comet-like sword.
A warrior with obsidian skin summoned asteroid-shards.
A champion rode a dragon forged from stellar fire.
Then, I saw myself. I wore a futuristic suit of armor, its surface etched with circuits and energy pulsing through its core. I stood tall, facing a cosmic devourer.
The devourer's maw opened, revealing an abyss of darkness. Its presence shook the fabric of space.
I raised my arm, unleashing a blast of energy. The devourer retaliated, its darkness threatening to consume me.
I fought back, fueled by determination.
The vision shifted. I saw the Nexus Seat, a throne of legend, pulsing with energy. Holographic images flashed across its surface.
Civilizations risen and fallen: Aurora Empire, Kyrexi Dominion, Celestial Federation.
The Elysium AI controlled fleets of stellar ships, orchestrating battles.
Warriors fought with unyielding determination, their hot blood burning brighter with every fallen comrade.
Tears streamed down survivors' faces, yet they pressed on, fueled by hope.
Their gazes locked onto the young man with white hair and purple, misty eyes, sitting upon the Nexus Seat.
Six powerful beings stood at his back, their presence captivating.
The young man's indifference contrasted with the warriors' passion.
A heroine fell, her sword slipping.
A warrior's roar echoed, asteroid-shards dissipating.
A champion's dragon vanished.
The young man's whisper echoed: "I will wait for you."
The vision shattered, leaving me gasping.
I woke up, breathing heavily, my heart racing.
My sheets were drenched in sweat, my room eerily silent.
The memory of the vision lingered, seared into my mind.
I scanned the darkness, searching for answers.
Who was that young man?
What was the Nexus Seat?
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Here's the revised continuation:
I stood up from the bed, my mind still reeling from the vision. But as I looked around, I realized I was in an unfamiliar room.
The architecture spoke of extravagance and luxury: crystal chandeliers, velvet curtains, and gold-adorned furnishings.
Yet, the room felt familiar.
A forgotten memory surfaced.
My name is Shen Eclipse.
I'm the successor to the Eclipse Enterprise, one of the Big Three business organizations in Aethoria.
Images flooded my mind:
My father,Kael Eclipse, a powerhouse in the business world.
My mother, Lillian Eclipse, elegant and compassionate.
My little sister, Mia Eclipse, playful and full of life.
But she's not home right now.
A pang of concern struck me.
Memories of my life as a student flooded back:
I'm the prince of Ashwood Academy.
I spent the last few months on a world tour.
School resumes on Monday, just two days from now.
"Wow,what type of world is this? Despite looking at the structures that seems less as luxurious as my clan own, it seems to be more classy."
Suddenly, a phrase echoed in my mind:
"Status."
I spoke it aloud, "Status."
The room's lights flickered.
A holographic display materialized before me.
_Status: Shen Eclipse_
_Level:_ mortal
_Class:_ Entrepreneur Prince
_Health:_ 99/100
_Strength:_ 85(average person is 50)
_Defense:_ 70
_Agility:_ 90
_Intelligence:_ 120(average person is 20)
_Charisma:_ 150(average person is 20)
_Skills:_
- Business Acumen (Lvl 20)
- Leadership (Lvl 18)
- Combat (Lvl 15)
- Strategy (Lvl 20)
- Persuasion (Lvl 12)
_Attributes:_
- Wealth: $100 Billion
- Influence: 80%
- Reputation: 90%
_Equipment:_
- Eclipse Suit (Rare)
- Eclipse Watch (Unique)
- Silver Credit Card (Unlimited)
_Quests:_
- Resume School (Monday)
- Meet with Father (Conference Room)
- Locate Mia
_Unknown Quest_: Remember Your True Purpose
_Relationships:_
- Father: Reginald Eclipse (Respectful)
- Mother: Lillian Eclipse (Loving)
- Sister: Mia Eclipse ( Protective)
My eyes widened.
What did it all mean?
As I gazed at my status, memories of my life as a student flooded back. I was known as one of Ashwood Academy's top playboys.
My charm, wealth, and influence made me a magnet for girls. But I never stayed committed.
My latest conquest, Sophia, had fallen deeply in love with me. But I grew bored and ended things abruptly.
My phone rang, snapping me back to reality.
Looking at the latest beevo version that looks like a small artifact but can gain all the information in the world, I sigh in wonder.
I glanced at the screen and chuckled.
"Licking Dog 104" flashed on the display.
Only one person used that ridiculous nickname: my best friend, Liam.
I answered, "What's up, Licking Dog?"
Liam's laughter echoed through the line. "Shen, my man! Heard you're back from your world tour. Welcome home, player!"
I smiled, recalling my recent escapades. "Just got back, Liam. And I've already wrapped up Sophia."
Liam whistled. "Dude, you're merciless! How many hearts have you broken now?"
I shrugged, though he couldn't see me. "Lost count."
Liam's tone turned serious. "Shen, be careful. Your reputation's spreading. Some girls might not take kindly to your games."
I snorted. "I can handle myself."
Liam's laughter returned. "Yeah, sure you can. Anyway, school's starting soon. Let's catch up Monday."
We exchanged pleasantries and hung up.
My mind wandered back to Sophia. Had I been too harsh?
The memory of her tears still lingered.
My status display flickered, reminding me of my priorities.
Quest: Resume School (Monday)
Time to put my playboy persona back on.