Elizabeth receives a beautifully-packaged advent calendar from her best friend, Rebecca. On each day, she opens the advent calendar's date box, reading its contents written by her best friend.

The overthrow of the Republic is complete. The Separatist forces have been smashed, the Jedi Council nearly dominated, and the rest of the Jedi Order all but destroyed. Now absolute power rests in the iron fist of Darth Sidious - the cunning Sith Lord better known as the former Senator, now Emperor Palpatine. But more remains to be done. Pockets of Resistance in the galaxy must still be defeated and missing Jedi accounted for... and dealt with. These crucial tasks fall to Darth Vader. In turn, the Dark Lord has groomed a female lethal apprentice entrusted with a top secret mission to comb the galaxy and dispatch the last of her's Master's enemies, thereby punctuating the dark sides victory with the Jedis doom.

Several years before Star Wars. The Rise of Skywalker, Rey traveled across the galaxy to find the next generation of Jedi. Cale Lestin aka Star Dust and five other children have been chosen to learn the ways of the Force. Cale will have to prove himself to everyone that he has what it takes to eventually become Rey's apprentice. Does he have what it takes?

Several years before Star Wars. The Rise of Skywalker, Rey traveled across the galaxy to find the next generation of Jedi. Cale Lestin and five other children have been chosen to learn the ways of the Force. Cale will have to prove himself to everyone that he has what it takes to eventually become Rey's apprentice. Does he have what it takes?

Caleb is a Star Wars fan who died in his sleep. But while he thought to reach heaven or hell, a message appears before his eyes.


[System Activation: Star Wars Universe]

[Create your new body!]


* The main character is based on Khal Drogo (not GOT's one) https://swfanon.fandom.com/wiki/Khal_Drogo, I do not own the rights to the thumbnail image.


** I do not own any intellectual property in Star Wars.

**La version française se trouve ici : https://www.webnovel.com/book/star-wars-redone-(fr)_18653377205460005

Ok. I got really inspired by a certain Story (https://www.webnovel.com/book/15750285505831005/Star-Wars-New-Order) which has brought my Star Wars NUT back. whelp, get ready for some more bull shit.

Our MC Kylo Ray is a hardcore Star Wars Fan who was on his way home from a Star Wars meet up and died from a heat stroke being overweight and the sweltering summers heat.

Join Kylo as he journeys through the Star Wars Universe and becomes either the hope of all life throughout the Galaxy, or the one to bring it's downfall.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Star Wars Franchise and all rights go to their respective owners. The only thing I own from this fanfic is my character and the creativity put into his Journey... Please support the Official Release of the actual Star Wars Movies

To continue the story of Humanity, one must first know its beginning.
As with all life in the universe, Mankind began as stardust. Particulate matter, drifting across the vast and empty void, born mere femtoseconds after the Origin of Time--alternatively known as the Great Expansion, or the Big Bang for laymen.
Some three billion years after that, the first ape stuck its curious hand into a flame set by a bolt of lightning and was burned.
Almost three hundred million years later, the first human knocked two stones together into a sharp point.
From there on out, it was smooth sailing. Mankind grew and populated its first world, moving up the ladder of science and technology (moving down the ladder of size) as it grew ever stronger until it had conquered all the seas and all the lands; Mankind grew and grew, moving from sharp sticks and fires to rifles and steam engines to atomics and power plants—and from those to nCv (near C velocity) cannons and Dyson Spheres.
Until, at last, it all came to a crashing halt. Wars led to wars led to wars, and humanity ripped itself apart in its own technological fury.
All things end, and all things fade into disorder. This is a fundamental law of the Universe—entropy.
And so, without further ado, the First Empire of Mankind came to an end. Not with a great bang, or a terrible roar, but just... with a silent scream into the farthest stretches of space. They left little but ruins, ancient cities of broken glass and scorched alloy.
They left little indeed, save for one very important thing. Not all of the First Men were fools; not all were violent, or short-sighted, or blinded by greed. Indeed, there were many visionaries, many heroes, many saviors.
And together, they created something incredible. It was... simple, if one took into account the technological level of the First Empire. They created a virus. A genophage. A thing to rewrite genetic code, to create mankind anew.
They created a legacy. A memory, to ensure that, one day, the mantle of humanity would be taken up once more.
They left humanity behind, and left their fire to be taken up by the next, scattering the human virus across the entirety of the Milky Way—and even sending long-sleep ships far, far out, all the way to fair Andromeda, across the Great Gulf between galaxies bounded by the vast, cosmic web of intergalactic filaments forged in the greatest heat and light the universe had ever known.
Many ships landed on empty worlds, on dead planets, stripped of life and heat and energy.
But some... some landed on living worlds, and there they began their work.
Thirteen billion years after the Origin of Time, the Second Men were born anew on a planet that would, one day, be called Earth, then Terra, then Terrasol.
Again, mankind marched through the ages, from fires and sharp sticks to steampower and rifles to, once again, Dyson Spheres and nCv weaponry.
Then they went beyond.
The Second Men gazed upon the work and ruin of the First Men, the people they had once named the Builders for awe and fear and worship at their creations, and said:
"Huh. Think we can do better than that?"
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MAT-TRANS REQUEST INCOMING!
ORIGIN: ALPHA-ι-9; PLUTO PORTAL/SHIPPING BAY.
DESTINATION: P2A-870-Ω; LIVIS OBSERVATION POST.
"Accept."
CONFIRMED. MAT-TRANS RECEIVED, DOWNLOADING TO PORTAL BAY 7.
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He stepped out of nothing and entered something.
A bright chamber of dark metals, great machines slowly retracting backwards into the tall ceiling overhead. Despite their size, despite their seeming weightiness and swift motion, they moved in silence.
The portal room was silent, eerily so. There was none of the hum of older technologies, none of the electric whirr and rasping whisper of motors spinning up in electronic machinery. The machines that formed and stabilized the portal folded backwards into the walls and ceiling in complete and utter quiet, not the slightest sound to be heard.
The air tasted faintly sterile, almost ionic with slow-fading phason energetics, high-energy particles rebounding through the subspace dimensions in which the machinery of the universe spun and worked.
An unfathomable clockwork, made by an unseen God, and made fathomable by Man.
There was no trace of the tearing that had been here mere moments earlier. No trace of the screaming hole ripped through reality as matter, information, and phason structures were transmitted through higher dimensions in space-time.
He took a breath. Then another. One minute ago, he had been in Sol, the home system of humanity. Now, he was in an observation post orbiting a planet named Livis, circling around a Class-G star, yellow and gold with solar fire. It... was not so different, if he had to admit.
The door slid open.
A woman walked in, trailed by what he recognized as a hologram—a thing formed of hard light, projected by a floating device attached to the back of its head.
He stepped forward, holding out his hand, glancing down to meet her eyes. "You must be Doctor Shaw," he said, looking at her. She was... young. Naturally. Most humans preferred a young look, now that they had a choice about it. It wasn't like lifespan meant anything anymore.
Her eyes reflected a deep, piercing grayish-blue, the cold color of a sea in storm. She was pretty, but not in an artificial way—not made perfect by science, not the sublimation of some scientist's theory. She wore a white lab coat, of the sort that had gone out of fashion centuries ago. He jotted it down in his mental notes, inwardly ticking up his estimate of her age.
She looked at him for a moment, then smiled. "And you must be my research assistant," she said, taking his hand and shaking it.
He nodded. "Clark."
"Clark Kent?" she asked wryly, then shook her head as he frowned in confusion.
"No, my surname is Tehr," he replied, a questioning look in his eyes. She ignored the unspoken question.
"Clark Tehr," she murmured, rolling over the name in a way that he'd never heard before. "Mm. You must have had very high scores at your University."
He frowned and nodded slowly. "That's... why I'm here."
"Breezed through every course without paying the slightest attention," she continued as if she hadn't heard him. "Never needed assistance, never asked for any. The best of the best. Even the courses designed to cause failure, you crushed without effort. Am I correct?"
He nodded. "Of course." He wasn't arrogant, or bragging—he was simply the best of his cohort. It wasn't something he was proud of—who would be proud of a simple fact?
"Cohen strikes again," the doctor said dryly. "Who would have thought?"
"Cohen?"
"Unimportant. What is important is that you don't know why you're here, do you?" He began to reply, but she cut him off again. "Why don't we explain a few things to you, Mr. Tehr." She threw a glance to the hard-light hologram of a person—the representation in real-space of a DS, a Digital Sapience.
A person, born biological or otherwise, who existed as a billion lines of code and a phason structure in some cryo-chilled warehouse somewhere.
"Doctor Tehr," he said.
"Doctor Tehr. Do you have any idea what we do here?" she asked with an odd smile.
"No. I was informed that—"
"You were informed wrong," she said simply, calmly reaching into the pocket of her lab coat and pulling out a card. Nano-fiber, he recognized immediately. Embossed upon it was the silver mark of a star, and a ring.
He knew that symbol. Everyone did. Everyone knew the symbol, and everyone knew what it meant, but nobody knew what it did.
"Let's reintroduce ourselves," she said, gesturing to the DS. "I am Doctor Evelyn Shaw, your immediate superior. This is Arma, your partner. Welcome, Clark Tehr, to Terra-Sol Military Intelligence. You have been conscripted."
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There was a cold, hanging silence.
Then he looked around, chuckled a little, and asked a question. "Can I leave?"
"Yes," Evelyn replied with a quiet smile. "You may."
"Without being mind-wiped or deleted?" Clark asked.
She glanced at the DS. The DS shrugged. She looked back at him. "No."
"I understand." There was a faint conflict inside of him. One part told him to run. To flee. To accept having his memory deleted, even to accept being erased from the system to escape the clutches of the feared, infamous MILINT.
The other part told him that this was his chance to do something great. Something grand. Something incredible, something that nobody would match in a thousand generations.
Something like SoulNet. Like HyperLight. Like phason technology.
He smiled and held out his hand to the DS. "So you're my partner?"
The DS took his hand, and took form, shaping itself from a vaguely human-shaped blob of light strings to the shape of a girl, with big, watery eyes and dark brown hair and a black blouse over her illusory skin. "Yes, sir."
He nodded. Her hand felt like cold ice—like frozen light. Smooth, without any of the warmth or roughness of skin. Like silicon.
"So what do you do here?" he asked, glancing around at the cold metal of the portal bay.
Evelyn smiled, and handed him a badge. He slipped it into one of his pockets, a hole opening up in the side of his pants as nano-weaves shifted around the object and hid it within.
"Where do you think we are?" she asked him, an odd gaze in her eyes.
"An observation post orbiting Livis," he replied, tilting his head slightly in confusion. "Is that not where we are?"
"Of course not," she said drily. "We are on a stealth station orbiting a planet, orbiting a Class-F star. The planet is habitable, and is, in fact, inhabited. The natives call it Motis, which, in their language, means Earth."
"Natives?" Clark raised an eyebrow. "Does MIL-INT handle first contact now?"
"No, no. The Department of Diplomacy still does that," she replied. "They just don't know about this place. And they won't."
"What species are they—I mean, what sort of..." he paused, seeking out words, but Evelyn understood anyways.
"Oh, well, they're human. The terraformer virus landed here too."
Clark frowned. "I thought normally—"
"Normally we assimilate native human cultures into the Confederacy. However..." She tugged again at her coat, as if it were a habit. "This one's a little different. Arma?"
He turned to the DS, who was suddenly holding an illusory pad of hard light. She handed it to him.
He scanned through the data for a few minutes, reading swiftly, and as he read, his eyebrows furrowed into a look of consternation. "Is this... real?" he asked, throwing a look at Evelyn.
She nodded.
"A phason star," he mused, shaking his head slowly. "That's... incredible." A star that emitted not only the electromagnetic spectrum into the vast emptiness of space, but a phason signature as well, interacting with the fundamental clockworks of the universe in subspace reality. "Wait. What kind of impact would this have on—"
"On the natives?" Evelyn cut him off. She gestured to Arma again, who tossed him a second hard light tablet. The other dissipated in a faint pulse of unchained energy, vanishing into the air.
He glanced down at the tablet, on which an image flickered to life. A shaky, grainy video.
In it stood a man, dressed in a dark trench coat, sunglasses hiding his eyes and an odd, forward-brimmed cap on his head.
Clark arched an eyebrow. "What's that?" he asked, pointing at the hat.
"That's a baseball cap," Evelyn said softly. "It's... not important. Keep watching."
The man walked slowly through the ruins of a primitive building; concrete crumbled around him as he stepped carefully around bent, protruding steel supports, pointing outwards like rusty spears. Dust poured down occasionally as the structure trembled. Sparks flashed as primitive wires caught and crackled, ionizing the air with energy. 
The man in the trench coat swept his dark-lit gaze across the area, stopping on the camera-man.
Immediately, a violent shaking distorted the image, making it nearly impossible to make things out.
"Sorry about that. We had to pull video from their version of the Net," Evelyn explained.
Slowly, it stabilized, its angle slightly different from before, but still trained on the man.
Then something burst from the broken rubble.
Stone crumbled and shattered; concrete splintered and steel struts snapped like twigs. A human. But... distorted, somehow. Rage twisted its entire body as a berserk froth spilled from its mouth. Muscles bulged unnaturally against skin hard enough to crush concrete without a scratch.

It's howl seemed to echo through the screen, pulsing through his ears and mind even without audio.
The video cut out.
Clark winced, grasping at his head. "What was that? Psionics?" he asked, glancing at the DS.
"Psionic feedback," Arma said, nodding.
"Are you not shielded?" Evelyn asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Oh, no," Clark replied, shaking his head. "No, no. No cybernetics aside from SoulNet and cortex implants. It's against my philosophy."
The other two glanced at each other and fell silent. Then the doctor spoke again.

"So... what combat capabilities do you have?" she asked. "Wait, scratch that. Do you have any?"

Clark scoffed. "Of course."
"Oh, good," Evelyn muttered, visibly relieved.
"I can shoot a gun," he finished.
Arma bit her lip, as if to keep from laughing—did Digital Sapiences laugh?
The doctor scratched her head and sighed. "MIL-INT must have really liked your test scores. You really don't have any cybernetics? No blood filter? No bio-machine organs? No nanoweave? No P-Matrix?"
Clark shrugged. "I never expected to fight anybody. Isn't that what we have the military for?"
"Yes," Evelyn said blandly. "And you are now part of that military."
"Well. I didn't decide that, did I?"
"No, I suppose you didn't." Evelyn scowled, muttering something dark into the air as her vision unfocused, accessing her cortex implants. It wasn't any language he recognized, or even any language his translator recognized, but they were probably a few choice words directed at the higher-ups.

After a moment, Clark interrupted the slow-forming silence, like tiny ice crystals forming in a cold October morn being trampled by the passing footsteps of a hunter.
"So... what exactly am I here for? You never really answered the question."
Evelyn paid him no attention, but Arma perked up as she replied.
"You're here as part of Project Advent," the DS said, the first sign of emotion appearing on her face since he'd met her.
"And what is that?"
"Advent. Apotheosis. All the same," Evelyn muttered darkly.
"Apotheosis?" Clark frowned in confusion. "You mean—"
"The ascension of mankind into a status of divinity. It's not hard to understand," Evelyn replied, half-paying attention.
"Divinity?" Clark shook his head. "No—no, that's impossible. There aren't any gods in this universe, so how can you become one?"
Evelyn sighed, finally turning her attention to him. "What is a god, Doctor Tehr?"
"A superhuman being worshiped as holding influence over nature; a deity," he replied, automatically rattling off the textbook definition of the word.
"Textbook."
"Then what is a god?" Clark asked angrily. "What is it that Project Advent is meant to do? What am I—what are you here for, other than to waste all of our times?"
She looked at him in silence for a long, long moment. "...What is a god? A god is something more than human. Trans-human. Did you ever read Kennington's thesis on the Forms of Mind?"
"No."
"I would not have expected you to. It's not a scientific article, and it's not of much renown, honestly. It's philosophy. It discusses the mind. The thought."
"Phason structures," Clark said, confused. "Isn't that how SoulNet operates?"
"Yes. The mind is a phason structure. But... did you ever wonder why people don't switch bodies?" Evelyn asked oddly. "Why people can only become humans and Digital Sapiences? Why people can stretch the bounds of humanity all they want, with cybernetics and machinery and code, but they can't leave it?"
"What do you mean?" he asked with a frown. "There are plenty of different species under the flag of the Confederacy."
"Of course. But have you ever seen a Nivid become a Terran? Have you ever seen a Vomis can become I'vrin?" Evelyn asked quietly. "You haven't. Because it's impossible. The mind writes upon the body and brain, and so too do they write upon the mind."
Clark fell quiet, combing through his memories only to realize she was right.
Arma gestured to him, pulling a third slate of hard light from nothing and hanging it in the air. "It's been tried before. Rejection reactions caused the destruction of both phasic engram and host shell."
On the screen, a team of scientists stood silently around the still body of a Nivid, lying on a pale table with cold light flooding over it. Its claws hung limply at its side, and its body was the boiled red of distress.
Abruptly it twitched.
The scientists backed away.
A horrific scream burst from its throat in a shockwave of psionic energy as it twitched and seized, its claws twisting out of their sockets as it desperately clawed at its own chest, ripping it open, blue blood and organs spilling onto the floor.
The video cut out.
But not before it caught the scientists turning on each other.
"An experiment conducted by the old Imperium of Burning Light," Arma said dispassionately. "Although cruel and unusual, resulting in the thousands of unnecessary casualties, their data provided important information for the refinement of SoulNet."
Clark stumbled backwards, feeling bile rise in his throat. 

"Kennington believed that there were two forms of existence in human knowledge," Evelyn said abruptly. "Digital and biological. Phason networks hosted on two different forms, one of hard steel and cold light, another of flesh and blood."
She paused, looking coldly at him. "These two are separate. The phason form for each is contradictory to the other; and if one were to alter a phason network to fit a biological or digital framework, is that network still the same? And if your mind is not the same, are you still you?" 

Clark shook his head, still reeling from the psionic shockwave transmitted through the video.
"So humanity is chained," she said disgustedly. "Chained to our flesh and blood, chained to our machines and software and code. That, Doctor Tehr, is why we are here. Why MIL-INT—no, why all Humanity is here. This is our Advent, and we refused to be shackled any longer." 

"The will of man, unbound by flesh," Clark whispered.
"Advent, Apotheosis," Arma said drily. 
And the girl in the lab coat smiled at that, and laughed with her cold smile, and said: 
"For what is a god, but a man who knows he is free?"

Vivian Nightingale reopens her eyes after a terrible fever. Is she still the same? Or is it another person, another being, looking out from her pupils? Does it matter? 
The tide of time has come in, and the age of heroes upon Elum is coming to an end. Old demigods and ancient titans crawl from the shadows, only to be burnt to a crisp before the light of progress. The grand wheel of history is turning... and not just for Elum.

Deadlines were aplenty in the homestretch of the first term.

The month of August had arrived, and the feeling of weariness permeated our bodies. The stress and demands of school work had taken its toll.

Michelle and Kyla, in particular, were experiencing a delicate balancing act. Not only would they attend to their studies but also train for the first official game of the season.

If I was on their shoes, the former would have suited best. But Michelle and Kyla were on the team for a reason: to not only play basketball but also excel in academics.

Tuesday afternoon, I accompanied them to the study room. Inside, the room was full of people; some were student-athletes, the others act as tutors and managers.

"The women's basketball team would play its first game Saturday," Michelle eagerly said as she showed me the calendar. 

"So how would you carefully balance the final exams and basketball?" I inquired Michelle. "You realize how difficult it would be."

"Good question," she carefully pondered on this unfortunate predicament. "The basketball season used to commence in early July but now it starts in August, so winning games are not going to be easy this time of the year."

"But we do have Christine, remember?" Kyla gently reminded Michelle. "She is undoubtedly the brightest and most hardworking friend we've ever known, right?"

"Hey don't mention it," I answered back. "Anyway, we better support each other out in our studies. You'll be all fine as long as I have your back."

Days passed in the blink of an eye. The final week of the term was rapidly approaching.

Classes came and went. Professors announced final projects left and right.

Sleepless nights were no laughing matter. All of us must conveniently ignore the yawning, coughing and sneezing sensation just to make it through this term.

My back and hips were killing me. My head and hands were aching as well.

Yet the unbearable pain and exhaustion would be all worth it. As long as we all overcome these odds, everything would be fine.

Saturday afternoon, I was inside a huge arena in Manila surrounded by thousands of screaming fans. It was the opening ceremony of the annual inter-collegiate games, and the noise was palpable.

I came in to enthusiastically support Michelle who faithfully delivered the oath of sportsmanship. Unfortunately, her team was not scheduled to play until Sunday.

The following morning, Michelle was dressed in her basketball uniform when she showed up at the lobby with Karina. 

"How do I look?" she summoned me.

"The uniform looks tremendous," I replied back. "Your body appears lean and strong as well."

We drove to the arena a few hours before the opening tip. Upon arrival, I was immediately denied entry by the security guard.

"Only authorized personnel with an official ID is allowed here," he informed me.

Fortunately, Michelle possessed a front-row ticket for the first game of the season. She promptly gave it to me before heading to the locker room.

Inside the arena, Karina and I sat down close to the team's bench. The place was oddly quiet in the hours leading into game time.

Soon fans began packing the arena in droves. Anticipation continued to grow as they sat down on their respective seats.

The game started at around 2:00 p.m. and it was downright ugly. There were too many turnovers, missed easy field goals and fouls all over the place.

Kyla even received a vicious cut on her left eyebrow. She was struck by an unsuspecting left elbow of an opponent during a rebound battle.

Ultimately, however, Michelle's team chalked up the first victory of the season. They won by only six points.

Michelle managed only ten points but her 16 assists made the difference. Kyla wound up scoring 13 markers herself.

The game was so intense and hard-fought I almost lost my voice in the final seconds. But all that screaming was still worth it.

Michelle's next game would not take place until the following Saturday. For now, though, her team joyously celebrated their initial win.

Monday morning, Claire and I were working diligently on our philosophy essay when Kyla suddenly showed up. 

"Your eyebrow," Claire uttered with anxious concern. "Does it still hurt?"

"Don't worry about it," Kyla resolutely answered. "This was just a minor injury."

With our laptops on hand, we concentrated on explaining a notable quote from Confucius.

"The more man mediates upon good thoughts the better will be his world and the world at large." 

It was a 300-word final essay with which our professor carefully instructed to the class. Luckily he allowed us to assist each other out as long as we did not plagiarize our papers.

For the next few hours, Claire, Kyla and myself worked on the long yet puzzling essay. Extensive research was only secondary to personal opinion so we genuinely tried our best to figure out the simple yet puzzling quote.

Later that afternoon, Michelle and I visited Ella's room and worked collaboratively on another 300-word essay for film production. The essay centered on the 'Star Wars' series of films.

"This is a very tough one," Ella commented on the matter. "Who here watched 'Star Wars' before?"

"Why did you ask?" Michelle reasonably questioned.

"Regrettably I did not grow up a 'Star Wars' fan," Ella responded. "My preference was on romantic comedy films."

"To be honest, 'Star Wars' already has about ten titles that watching them all could waste our time," I voiced my personal concern to Michelle and Ella. "We can just look at the spoilers and figure it out."

For the remainder of the afternoon, Michelle, Ella and myself worked on the essay. But as the brilliant sun started to set, our stomachs grumbled with hunger. 

Fortunately, Ella took out some fast food at a nearby restaurant. After stuffing ourselves with sweet spaghetti and fried chicken, we promptly resumed our essay.

By 9:00 p.m., the project was completed. I was relieved to see a tedious and arduous day come to a close, but there was still plenty more to go.

Group projects on television and video production were still on the horizon. So was the final essay on photography, one that centered on night life.

The final stretch only gets more difficult.

Christine, a 22-year-old college student, decides to open a blog and write a story about her tormented past.

As a young child, Christine was constantly abused and mocked by her classmates for her nearsightedness and portly complexion. To make matters worse, she was left to live with her aunt after her mother was assigned to work overseas and her father became too preoccupied in his work as a doctor.

This story is about a young woman's pursuit towards positivity and joy amid these turbulent times. For Christine, all she wants now is to face her fears and overcome them one by one.

At the border of the Shattered Star Ring, Inter-Star Field Stargates with the dynasty's symbol stood in the cosmic space in a row, extending outward. The dynasty's fleets were stationed between each of the stargates. It looked like a necklace with sapphires.
On the other side of the stargates were countless fleets with symbols of different organizations, almost filling up every inch of one's sight. The sheer quantity of these fleets was a rare occurrence.
It was the day that the dynasty would open the Flickering World. These were all spaceships waiting to enter. Other than civilizations and organizations from the various Star Fields, there were also many galactic residents who could not wait to enter the Flickering World. Some were going for sightseeing purposes, some who were looking for adventure, and there were also some who wanted to search for opportunities and earn a fortune.
The time when the dynasty would announce the opening of the Flickering World got closer every second.
Seconds felt like years. Finally, the dynasty's announcement sounded from the area communication channel and on every single spaceship present.
"It's time. On behalf of the Crimson Dynasty, to the entire universe… the Flickering World is now officially open!"
The next moment, all the stargates were activated. The vortexes at the centers of these stargates started spinning, forming blue wormholes.
All the spaceships moved, forming a queue that seemed to extend infinitely, entering the various stargates one after another. It was marvelous.
Not far from these civilian stargates were VIP military stargates for the dynasty's allies.
Black Star's ride was in the queue. The various officers stood in the command room, looking at the person standing before them.
With his back turned away, Han Xiao looked through the porthole at the seemingly endless sea of ships not far away and softly asked, "Did you guys hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"The sound of the new era breaking through its shell."
Han Xiao chuckled softly.
In his eyes, the interface was hovering before him, notifications were popping up one after another.
_____________________
Version 4.0 Activated!
Fetching data… Fetching data complete!
Player forum opened.
Welcome to Galaxy Version 4.0—[Flickering World]!
_____________________
This day has finally come… Han Xiao took a deep breath.
This was an important turning point version. In Version 4.0, the players would officially enter the stage of the fight within Galaxy. They would interfere with history and achieve notorious names such as Cancer of the Universe and The Fourth Calamity.
The strength the players controlled would truly cross a limit, allowing them to enter a standard where they would have a completely different influence on the universe. With the Lv.150 level limit of the version, the players would have a consistent strength of Grade B+!
Once the tinder of anarchism was ignited, it would engulf the entire universe.
At this time, Sylvia seemed to have received some kind of report. She took out her communicator and looked at it. Her pupils then constricted, and she said with a deep voice, "Army Commander, those immortals of the army have appeared again."
Han Xiao finally turned around, looked at everyone, and nodded slightly.
"Bring all of them over."
…
At the same time in the Black Star Army headquarters…
Before the version update, many players logged off in the Black Star Army headquarters. Once they logged in again, with countless flashes of white light, the empty hall suddenly became crowded, boisterous, and noisy like a wet market.
"Galaxy, I'm back!"
"I've already bought ten cans of Blue Bull, brothers!"
"Did the new version repair the bug that causes us to not be able to go naked?"
"There they are! I knew it! Those 'No-Pants-Supporters' never left!"
"By the way, are there any new functions added? Since this is already so close to reality, why not add a function to reproduce? Creating offspring is the soul of a social system!"
"If we could really reproduce, this would be the most god tier game ever created."
Countless players cheered in excitement. Meanwhile, at the edge of the crowd, a group of professional players logged in one after another. The members of the four biggest clubs of China were basically all there, as well as Frenzied Sword, Maple Moon, Bun-Hit-Dog, and so on.
"Yo, the maximum level of the new version has increased to Lv.150." King Admiral looked at the interface and smiled.
"The difference in the cost of leveling up is way too huge." Second Prince could not help but twitch.
"The Black Star Army's faction interface is still here. The army did not shut down." Frenzied Sword checked the faction interface instantly.
"How could the Black Star Army shut down so easily?" Maple Moon softly murmured.
The players in the other Star Fields would have to worry about the faction they were disappearing after the version update, meaning all the Contribution Points they had farmed before that would go to waste. This was why stable factions were the most popular.
The players in the Black Star Army, however, had no such worries. After three versions, they already had complete faith in their faction leader, Han Xiao.
At the end of the previous version, the army's position was already stabilized. The Arcane Church lost, EsGod was defeated, and they obtained a super business called Evolutionary Totems. Even the players knew that the army would not shut down easily.
At the start of the new version, the most important thing was finding out what happened during the version update as well as what the situation in the universe was now. This had already become the players' habit.
Many players took out their communicators to look at the calendar and were met with shock.
"Wait, it's Galaxy Calendar Year 729 now‽"
"It was year 709 when we logged off, right?"
"This means that the duration of this version update is twenty years‽"
"I thought the Version 3.0 update duration was long enough, but Version 4.0 doubled it!"
Frenzied Sword exchanged looks with Maple Moon. A tint of excitement flashed across both of their eyes.
Twenty years!
That's not a short time.
How much will the Black Star Army have grown?
While exciting thoughts flashed across their minds, the notification sound from communicators suddenly appeared one almost simultaneously in the hall. Every player received a new message sent by the internal program of the army.
They quickly opened it. Virtual screens expanded before them, all showing Han Xiao's face and playing the same recording.
In the recording, Han Xiao sat up straight, only showing half of his body as he spoke with a very formal tone.
"Comrades, I'm Black Star. In the past twenty years, we have obtained countless achievements, especially in the Flickering World. The army now has ten Star Systems as its territory, thanks to the effort of each and every member that helped to achieve the glory we have achieved today.
"Now, the Flickering World will be entering its fourth exploration phase and will be officially opened to the public. People from the entire universe will swarm into this Star Field. This is a new era; we need to grab the opportunity and charge forward… I hereby send a recruitment order to all army members. The army needs you… The Flickering World needs you!"
The short recording ended here. The pupils of the players gradually enlarged as they received a huge chunk of information from this message.
It's now the fourth exploration phase? I seem to remember the first phase not having ended when we logged off!
The army has ten Star Systems as its territory in the Flickering World? What's going on with that‽
What did the army do in the past twenty years‽
Everyone was extremely intrigued.
What they did not know was that this recording was a 'cutscene' Han Xiao had specially made for the players to help them understand the situation quickly.
This time, Hao Tian suddenly realized one thing. "Wait, if it's now the fourth exploration phase for the Flickering World, is our main storyline mission still there?"
The various professional players realized this too. Their original main storyline mission was still in the stage of the first exploration phase. Due to the version update directly skipping twenty years, would their missions be canceled?
If it was gone, it would be quite a loss.
They hastily opened the interface before relief flooded through them. The main storyline mission of the [Flickering World] was still there. The mission requirements had just changed into developing the Black Star Army's territory as well as exploring the few Star Clusters of the fourth exploration phase.
"Although it's changed, it's still exploration."
Many players shook their heads but were not excited, a little disappointed even.
They were curious about the information given through the recording, but they were not very interested in the Flickering World's mission. This was because the army players had already tried this mission in the previous version. Although the goal had changed, the way to do the mission looked the same to them.
Pioneering new Star Fields was fresh indeed, but it lacked opportunities for battles. In the previous version, many players were tired of doing the Flickering World mission and preferred to do hiring missions in the Shattered Star Ring.
This was actually quite common, as the Flickering World main storyline the players experienced in Version 3.0 was actually just half of what it was supposed to be. The dynasty was the only organization pioneering, so of course, it lacked battles.
At this time, they were suddenly stunned upon realizing one thing.
Did Black Star say… the Flickering World is now open to the public?
So, the organizations from the other Star Fields are entering?
Then… what about the players of the other Star Fields?
Frenzied Sword immediately went online to do some research and confirmed the legitimacy of this information very soon. Not only that, the organizations of the various Star Fields were also recruiting Supers on a large scale to go to the Flickering World.
The biggest impact this had on the players was that the inter Star Field channels were now completely open!
Compared to the last version, the players had a method to cross between Star Fields!
The people quickly logged into the forums.
As expected, all of the forum boards were frenzied by this information!
Frenzied Sword understood immediately. With his eyes sparkling brightly, he yelled, "This is… a world server!"
All the players in the various Star Fields would finally be able to come to the same stage, gathering in the Flickering World!
What did this mean?
National wars!
The speculation that Galaxy Times had made about crossing between Star Fields became real!
All the players in the hall were astonished and thrilled!
"Holy, it's the world server!"
"Hahaha, I knew this day would come!"
"Finally, national wars! I can't wait!"
The next moment, they realized something else. The Flickering World would be the world server of this version, but as the members of the army, they had already entered in the previous version in advance.
How much of an advantage would that be‽
The players were overjoyed!
"Oh my god, we have already marked our territory in Flickering World in the last version. We're one entire version ahead!"
"I'm crying! I felt that the exploration was too boring and went back to the Shattered Star Ring to do hiring missions!"
"With such a big advantage, we'll have a blast this version!"
The players who had gone to the Shattered Star Ring from the Constellation Corridor in the previous version all felt relieved. Had they not followed the Black Star Army back then, how could they have gained such privileges‽
On the other side, the players of the other Star Fields were in an uproar.
In Version 1.0, Black Star led some players in the universe in advance. Okay, we'll put up with it.
In Version 2.0, the Black Star Army became the guiding faction, making the Shattered Star Ring players ahead of everyone else again. Alright, we'll put up with it too.
In Version 3.0, the Black Star Army had a Beyond Grade A, leading to it being connected to a Universal Civilization before everyone else. Well, we will put up with it. Sooner or later, our day will come.
But now, in Version 4.0, the Black Star Army is god damn one step ahead again‽
Are you guys dogs‽
Why are you always the ones enjoying the most benefits?
What happened to the law? What happened to the rules‽
Do you fu*king… still need more members?
Only then did they realize that Black Star had already built a foundation for them in the previous version, and they saw what an advantage they had gained from this faction!
The various army players could only praise how amazing the game experience was.
With such a reliable faction, the players of the other Star Fields and countries could only be jealous.
This was the only one in the entire universe!
Now, the army players' interest for the Flickering World was never higher.
Initially, many felt that the exploration game style was too boring. Now, however, as the Flickering World became the world server for the players, it would become the most chaotic and exciting Star Field in the entire universe. There would be countless and never-ending conflicts. This was the full experience of the [Flickering World] main storyline!
Having this thought, Frenzied Sword and the others quickly went to research about what the Black Star Army had done in the past years, wanting to know what advantages their faction had exactly in the Flickering World.
As soon as he opened the Black Star Army's records, Frenzied Sword's eyes opened extremely wide.
He had made a lot of speculations, and he was mentally prepared too. However, the first thing he saw was completely different from what he imagined, and it stupefied him completely.
"What the hell? Old Black became a god‽"


What do you do when you wake up and find yourself inside the very game that you love? 
What do you do when you realize you that you have not only become an NPC - you have even been thrown back in time to before the game even launched! 
What will happen when our protagonist's two realities coincide? 
Han Xiao was a professional power leveler before his transmigration. Using his past life's knowledge, Han Xiao sweeps through the universe as he prepares for the arrival of the players. This is definitely not your typical transmigration novel.

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