“Ao-wu! Hold on tight to right your hats, Northern uncles, aunties, right and little kids—Little Fifth finished right his ribs and milk, and right now I’m gonna grow super-duper BIG to carry everybody home!”
As eleven-year-old Ao Xing leaped high into the dark starry vault above the Frost-Wind Main Galaxy, a radiant pillar of silver-gold Hearth-Void Dragon Light erupted from the top of his stubby horns. Pierced straight through the shattered constellations of Sector 4 (The Northern 200 Galaxies)!
Up in the fifth-dimensional Blood-Iron Palace, the King of Massacre bolted upright from his iron throne as his typewriter alarm shrieked at maximum decibels.
[CRITICAL WARNING: Child #5 Ao Xing (Rank 8 Peak) is breaking through the Galactic Sovereign Bottleneck!]
“He’s transforming into his true Void Dragon body right on top of my 100,000 Hostage-Linked Void Mines?!”
Instead of panicking, the King of Massacre burst into a jagged, bloodthirsty laugh behind his horned iron visor!
Drawing a serrated ritual dagger across his own palm, the fourth Script-King smeared a thick streak of dark-gold Rank 9 Peak Author Origin Blood. The keys of his Golden Script-Typewriter and hammered out a vicious Blood-Curse Narrative Override:
“That stupid little dragon fell right into my secondary trap! According to the fundamental physical laws of the multiverse, a Star-Shattering Void Dragon’s true body is an engine of pure gravitational and spatial crushing force! If he expands his dragon body across the Northern 200 Galaxies, his sheer physical mass will crush those one hundred thousand fragile mortal…
