The hall was breathtaking.
Everywhere Xain turned, there were symbols[1] instead of faces—burning crowns floating above thrones, wings made of living constellations, halos crafted from orbiting galaxies, shifting masks of light and ancient runes. Power didn't walk here… it existed.
He took one step in…
And the voice returned.
Cold. Sharp. Irritated.
"You idiotic being. I told you NOT to come.
You disobeyed.
Whatever happens here… you're on your own."
Xain's heart dropped.
On my own?
Didn't the Writer always keep distance anyway? So why did that warning feel different? Why did it feel like something worrying was coming?
Before he could think further—
The hall dimmed.
A throne of pure gold light flared open.
She walked out.
Ring — Ranked One Archangel
If beauty could breathe, it would look like her.
Tall, flawless, with eyes that looked like galaxies frozen in kindness yet etched with terrifying authority. Her presence wasn't just beautiful—it was overwhelming. Even beings stronger than empires lowered their heads slightly.
If a human saw her, they'd lose their minds, because her beauty couldn't be fully described.
Xain swallowed. Hard.
He forgot how to blink for a second.
Ring raised her hand. Silence swept the universe.
"This gathering," she announced, voice like gentle thunder, "was ordered by the North Star—Hiburus."
Murmurs spread.
Three reasons.
"One…"
She lifted a shining finger.
"…to decide the fate of Unive(known as Earth)."
The air grew colder. Lord symbols brightened. Demons smirked. Archangels stood straighter.
"Two…"
"…to discuss the selection of disciples for the coming era."
Excitement. Competition. Predatory smiles.
Beings loved new toys.
"And three…"
Her eyes shifted across the hall.
"…the birth of a new Star."
Silence hit like a bomb.
Gasps. Shock. Confusion.
A new Star?! Impossible. Illegal. Unacceptable.
Constellations flared. Lords stiffened. Archangels whispered with sharp grins.
"Where? Who?!" "Which realm birthed it?" "Did the Supreme Writer allow this?" "A human world produced a Star?!"
Dozens of symbolic eyes turned.
To him.
Xain.
His chest tightened. Hands shook.
He hated this.
This moment dragged him back to something he tried to bury.
A Memory He Never Wanted
He remembered being 12.
Standing in the middle of a school hall. Everyone staring.
Not with curiosity. With disgust.
He had been blamed for something he didn't do—an accident in class that injured a student. The teacher didn't defend him. Students didn't listen. Parents shouted. Adults pointed.
"Monster." "Troublemaker." "Bad luck child."
His mother cried quietly behind him. His father never showed. He stood there alone while the world judged.
He learned one brutal lesson that day:
When all eyes are on you… You aren't special.
You're a target.
Back to the present— The same feeling crushed him again.
Hundreds of cosmic beings. All staring. All calculating.
What is he? Why him? Should he exist? Should he be erased now?
His chest hurt.
Ring sensed it.
So she changed the room.
"For now," she said gently, "let us view Unive."
The hall darkened.
A massive veil of light stretched open.
The World Below
Cities appeared.
Nations. Streets. Homes.
Earth…
Broken.
People panicking. Religion exploding overnight. Scientists losing sanity trying to explain what happened. Families crying. Groups arguing. Governments silent because even they didn't understand anything anymore.
Xain's stomach twisted.
Then…
He saw something familiar.
Three idiots.
James. Markus. Jed.
Standing together outside what used to be HildOid.
They looked tired. Confused. Different.
James wasn't joking anymore. Markus wasn't smiling. Jed had lost the light in his eyes.
The chaos had changed them.
Humans weren't the same world anymore. Fear rewrote everything.
And while higher beings watched like audience…
Humans were struggling to breathe.
Xain's hands clenched.
He wasn't laughing like other beings. He wasn't entertained.
He was angry.
And for the first time…
The heavens noticed.
A flicker of star-like light pulsed quietly inside him.
Small. Hidden.
But real.
And Hiburus, the North Star…
saw it.
He didn't speak.
But he knew:
This human… Wasn't just chosen.
He was becoming something dangerous.
[1] Beings use their symbols to appear to humans so they don't die looking at their true forms