BONG—BONG—BONG—ROOOOOOOOAR!!
At 12:00 PM noon sharp. The clouds above all 500 Outer Training Planets were torn apart by the screaming thrusters of 3,000 Black-Iron Combat Drop-Ships belonging to the 1,000-Sun Astral Academy’s Live-Action Villain-Torture & XP-Farming Division!
High above the planetary sector, inside the armored command bridge of the stealthed Orbital Battle-Moon, a tall, cadaverous elder with a jagged scar across his nose. Moreover, A blood-red cloak draped over his shoulders—Chief Elder Sha—watched the three thousand landing markers blink green on his tactical map alongside his deputy, Commander Tie.
“All three thousand Elite Combat Trainees have touched down across the five hundred planets, Chief Elder!” Commander Tie reported briskly, pointing at the central telemetry wall where 3,000 [Counter-Slap & Aggro-Harvesting System Rings] were synced to the orbital network.
“Each planet has been assigned six senior trainees (Rank 7 Mid to Rank 7 Peak). And as you ordered, every single trainee is wearing our standard ‘Disguised Beggar / Low-Key Traveler’ Bait Outfit to maximize the villagers’ mandatory arrogance triggers!”
“Good, very good!”
Chief Elder Sha let out a raspy, cold-blooded laugh, resting his skeletal right palm six inches above the glowing red button of the 500-Planet Orbital Soul-Whip Detonator just in case.
