‡ Galaxy PyT ‡
"Ishita, the seventh sister of Paragona, please remember that you are serving for the benefit of your Galaxy and your Patagonia (people). Move forward and conquer."
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Antibio Earth.
"Hey, aunt, I'm heading out to get my Chromo Sys," said the 19-year-old boy with a pale complexion as he prepared to leave the house.
"Oh, I just recalled. Also, Mira and Nia should accompany you at the same time."
A tall, stunning woman, clad in a flowing white cotton nightgown that accentuates her fair complexion, cascading long black hair, mesmerizing blue eyes reminiscent of the deep ocean, and soft pink lips, mentioned.
"Why not wait for them?" The lady inquired, smiling at Orion.
Orion felt a sudden rush of embarrassment instantly as his eyes traveled down to Miss Elowen thick thighs, who took him in many years ago, then traced the curve of her slender waist before finally settling on her large tits which were generously proportioned like ripe melons.
"Aunt Elowen, I can't. They are old enough to get there by themselves," Orion objected and left shyly, eliciting a sigh from his aunt.
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Many millennia in the past, the inhabitants of this planet were under the control of corrupt rulers whose selfishness and wickedness resulted in a devastating catastrophe.
The pandemic unleashed by this disaster not only devastated the population but also ripped apart the fabric of reality, revealing humanity to other dimensions and realms. The resulting chaos pushed humanity to the edge of extinction, significantly reducing their lifespans.
In a time of dire need, an unexpected alliance of diverse realms came together to offer their support.
The wise and knowledgeable higher Elves played a crucial role in aiding the reconstruction and metamorphosis of the world.
They generously imparted the secrets of eternal life to humanity and supervised the evolution of a fresh realm, now recognized as 'Antibio Earth'.
At the core of Antibio Earth lies the magnificent Chromo System Tree, a colossal and enigmatic tree that stretches its towering height into the vast expanse of space.
Referred to as the Black Tower Tree, its foliage remains hidden from view, with no leaves ever descending from its branches.
The Chromo System Tree is imbued with remarkable abilities, able to alter individuals and imbue them with diverse systems that amplify their skills and capabilities.
This mystical tree serves as a source of power and transformation, bestowing unique enhancements upon those who come into contact with its mystical energy.
However, the blessings of the Chromo System Tree are not distributed equally; they are influenced by a mix of destiny and luck.
Luck is a significant factor in shap
ing one's journey, as the quest for immortality and strength starts with a roll of the universal dice. Not everyone is lucky enough to be granted a system.
Some individuals are left without opportunities because their bodies are unable to adapt or their power levels are too low to meet the requirements.
This unfortunate truth results in a situation where some people achieve great success while others are left to grapple with the challenges of their short and uncertain lives.
People lacking a system can only survive for 20 to 30 years. There is speculation about a substance that could potentially extend their lifespan by a year, but its efficacy remains unverified.
However, for those equipped with a system, the power it bestows comes at a price known as 'Chromo Taint.'
This side effect functions as a toxin, gradually damaging their bodies and minds. It can lead to physical ailments, insanity, or horrifying nightmares.
Chromo Taint impacts all individuals with a system, serving as a reminder that their abilities come with significant consequences.
Nevertheless, there is a notion that achieving a specific level within their system could bestow immortality. This concept drives the ambitions of many, even in the face of potential dangers and unknown outcomes.
Orion reached a towering skyscraper where a diverse crowd of humans and other races had gathered for a common goal: to receive the 'Chromo Sys.' This system was given to individuals upon turning 18, or to late bloomers at 19 years old.
Looking for a bench, Orion found one and sat down as he watched the process. Anyway, he wasn't new to this, as it was his second time coming here.
Why?
"Hey Orion, what the fuck is wrong with you?"
A girl with long pink hair reaching to her shoulders barked out angrily as she swore, while a lady who looked like her with blue hair followed behind.
"Damn it!" Orion muttered in annoyance. "Not these twins again."
"Why did you leave us so suddenly without waiting for us? You are not fulfilling your responsibilities as the elder here," she complained angrily.
"Mira, could you please lower your voice and stop shouting? You both were just wasting my time," Orion muttered.
"That's why you always act so pathetic and being a late bloomer is really disgusting for our family. I'm pretty sure you won't get a system." Maria's angelic voice declared.
"0101222 Orion," a robotic voice called out, interrupting them. Orion shivered slightly, feeling a bit scared.
Today will be a turning point for him, either a downfall or a new beginning. This was his second time in this place. The first time he was here, he had no System, which caused him a lot of emotional stress. He was bullied and laughed at in school.
He sighed and took a deep breath, determined to acquire a System this time. As he looked at his sisters, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy, as it was their first time here.
Will they be able to get a system and avoid being a late bloomer like he was?
"0101222 Orion," the robotic voice called out, interrupting his thoughts. He walked over to the robot and smiled, feeling a shiver run down his spine.
The robot scanned him with a gaze before gesturing for Orion to follow.
Orion followed the instructions and stepped into the room, where he was welcomed by a cool breeze carrying the soothing fragrances of ancient forests and recent rainfall, with a touch of coolness.
The foyer was a stunning blend of contemporary design and classic sophistication. The tall ceilings were decorated with crystal chandeliers that filled the area with a cozy, golden glow..
The marble floors stretched out in a seamless expanse, their pristine white surface interrupted only by shimmering golden veins.
The air was filled with a palpable sense of anticipation, a lively energy that seemed to course through the walls. Despite this, Orion couldn't shake the feeling that this might be his final visit to this place.
As they continued deeper into the building with the robot, the background noise of quiet conversations and footsteps faded away, replaced by a soft, melodic hum. It seemed as if the building itself was guiding them towards the main hall, where the Chromo Tree stood..
'It still appears as majestic as ever. Once again, there is something unusual,' he pondered.
The tree root started to create a circular portal, and a woman was ejected from it, unconscious. Without hesitation, a man emerged and swiftly carried the unconscious woman away.
"This visit was unlike your previous one. Just come in, relax, and hopefully you understand. If not, I regret to inform you that you have twenty years left." A deep voice said.
Orion couldn't make out the man's face as he was wearing a mask, but it was clear that he was an elf, as his long pointed ears gave him away.
Orion nodded and promptly entered the portal. Initially spacious and calming, after about ten minutes, the tree's grip tightened, causing his body to burst apart, blood splattering everywhere as his limbs were torn asunder.
After two seconds, his body regenerated, and the portal opened, pushing him out. The fairies quickly arrived and guided his body to the next room on the left. The masked man shook his head before departing.