prologue 2

Amos stood before his followers, the crystal in his hand pulsating with a soft, otherworldly light. With a deep breath, he activatedits power, and in an instant, the entire assembly was enveloped in an blinding flash. When the light receded, they found themselvesstanding on unfamiliar ground.

The air was sweet and pure, carrying the scent of blooming flora. Before them stretched vast landscapes teeming with life: denseforests, rolling hills, and clear, flowing rivers. Above, four suns bathed the land in a warm, golden hue, while five moons lingeredfaintly in the daylight.

Amos stepped forward, his voice carrying overt the murmurs of the bewildered crowd. "My people!" he called out, his tone both commanding and reassuring. "Here, on this bountiful planet of Haeven, we shall build our new kingdom." He paused, allowingthe weight of of his to settle. "From this day forth, we shall be known as the Sun Warriors!"

The crowd exchanged glances, whispers of confusion and curiosity rippling through their ranks. One voice rose above the others,trembling yet resolute. "Where are we?"

Amos allowed the question to hang in the air, acknowledging their uncertainty. He then called forth twelve individuals who hadbeen with him since the beginning. As they approached, he instructed them softly, "Please, bow." They complied, forming a circlearound him.

Drawing a deep breath, Amos extended his arms wide, his eyes reflecting the brilliance of the sun above. "It is time for the birthof the Sun Warrior race! Helios, grant these blessings you have bestowed upon me! Allow your name to flourish and your peopleto multiply! Let us grow, and we will honor your wish!"

Suddenly, a radiant light enveloped the circle, its intensity growing with each passing moment. The twelve individuals began toexperience an earring sensation coursing through their bodies. Some stood firm, teeth clenched; others fell to their knees, gasping;a few cried out in pain. Yet, one among them remained still, locking eyes with Amos, unwavering.

Amos met his gaze, a proud smile tugging at his lips. As the ritual reached its zenith, his eyes began to glow a brilliant yellow,mirroring the light that now infused his chosen disciples.

Murmurs rippled through the crowd as unease spread among the people. Voices rose, challenging Amos.

"What sorcery is this, Amos?" a man shouted, his voice filled with suspicion.

"You never told us about this!" another woman cried out, her tone laced with betrayal. "I would have never followed you if Iknew you were into magic!"

Amos stepped forward, his expression calm yet commanding. Raising a hand to quiet the crowd,he began to address theirconcerns. "I understand your fears," he said, his voice resonating with authority. "Allow me to explain everything—this transformation, these crystals, and the abilities you now feel awakening within you."

The crowd fell silent, their anger tempered by curiosity. Amos continued, pacing as he spoke.

"These crystals are not mere tools; they are gifts, conduits of a greater power that has chosen us. The abilities you feel stirringwithin you will make you stronger under the sun's light. Each of you now possesses a unique trait: control over light itself. Theskills, however, are yet to be discovered. It will be up to you to master them, to shape them into something extraordinary."

He turned to the twelve individuals who had undergone the transformation first. "Now, each of you will choose your twelve.Those you trust, those you believe can share in this blessing. Bringthem forth."

The twelve nodded, moving into the crowd and carefully selecting their followers. Once chosen, Amos repeated the process,blessing the new groups as the radiant light enveloped each circle. This ritual continued until every man and woman had beengranted the gift.

As the transformation spread, the changes became apparent. The people marveled at their newfound strength, their heightenedclarity of thought, their incredible speed. Energy coursed through their veins like fire, and some could not contain it. A few let outdeafening screams, their bodies emitting bursts of light that rippled through the air like waves.

Amos stood back, watching the spectacle unfold with a satisfied smile. His vision was taking shape.

He began assigning tasks, dividing the people into teams. "You will build a castle," he commanded one group. "You will constructthe first city," he directed another.

The work began immediately, and to everyone's astonishment, no one needed to rest. The energy within them drove them forwardrelentlessly. In just three days, the castle and the city were completed, rising from the ground like monuments to their newfoundpower.

When the work was finished, Amos gathered the twelve before the crowd. He raised his voice, his words carrying across the seaof faces. "You are-now kings and queens, rulers of this land. Each of you will govern your own region, guiding your people andensuring our kingdom flourishes."

Turning to the new leaders, he issued his final orders. "Send your best to mine for crystals, hunt the beasts that roam this planet,and search for orbs that will help power our city. Let this be the foundation of our new civilization."

The crowd erupted into cheers, their faith in Amos restored and their hope for the future rekindled. Amos gazed upon them withpride. The Sun Warriors had been born, and their kingdom was only just beginning.

 Years passed, and the Sun Warrior civilization flourished. Fifteen kingdoms were established, each with its cities, towns, hospitals, and governments. Recruiters scoured the universe for more humans to join their ranks, and a powerful army was forged. Every citizen underwent rigorous training—basic, intermediate, and advanced—to ensure they were prepared for any challenge.

Schools were built to pass on knowledge, and scientists dedicated themselves to advancing their society. Every Sun Warrior mastered an ability, while a select few were blessed with supernatural powers. Among them was the Sun Prophet of the Twelve Directions—a figure whose visions would change the course of Amos' life.

The Prophet entered Amos' throne room, his presence solemn and commanding. He bowed slightly before speaking. "King Amos, I bear an important prophecy. I have gazed into all twelve directions, and in every vision, the outcome remains the same."

Amos turned toward him, his brow furrowing. "You may speak, Daniel."

Daniel raised his head, meeting the king's gaze. "In time, you will be judged by twelve supernatural beings. In each path I have seen, you were killed and then judged by the universe itself."

Amos sat back in his throne, his expression darkening as he absorbed the words. The room grew silent, the weight of the prophecy pressing down on him. Finally, he spoke. "Tell me, Daniel, what causes this to happen?"

The Prophet held his ground, his voice steady. "I am unsure, Amos. Only you know what you are up to. There is, however, one path where you survive—but I cannot pinpoint the entity responsible for it."

Amos leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "And if I tried to overthrow these beings but failed—does that align with your visions?"

Daniel nodded gravely. "Correct."

Amos rose from his throne, his presence commanding. Determination burned in his eyes as he clenched his fists. "Then it is decided! I must become stronger!"

He turned to the shadows of the chamber and called out, his voice echoing. "Chain Hopper, come forth!"

A tall man with long, flowing orange hair and piercing orange eyes stood before Amos. Golden armor adorned his form, and majestic wings sprouted from his back. "Yes, King of Kings," he intoned.

Amos rose from his seat. "Rise, Chain. I've told you before, no need to bow." Descending the steps from his golden throne, he continued, "You possess the abilities of 'Dreams to Reality' and 'Equivalent Exchange.'"

Turning to Daniel, Amos placed a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you, Daniel. You're dismissed." Daniel remained firm, attempting to persuade Amos that staying on his own planet and maintaining peace was the best course. However, Amos's hand began to glow, and Daniel was teleported back to his castle.

Facing Chain, Amos inquired, "Now, tell me, Chain, if I wish to become stronger and assess my current strength, what must I do?"

Chain closed his eyes, a soft yellowish hue emanating from his body. "My ability reveals that you require a system. To achieve your desire, sacrifices are necessary: Sun Warriors with abilities akin to mine—'Equivalent Exchange' and 'Dreams to Reality'—and at least four core crystals."

Amos straightened. "Can they be saved?"

Chain nodded, explaining that while survival was possible, they would likely lose their abilities, provided all conditions were met.

"Good! Now summon my knights, Ezekiel and Joseph. We embark on a conquest!" Chain nodded, his body glowing softly before he teleported away.

Amos approached the window of his castle, observing children playing with a magical flame they had conjured. He pondered aloud, "Core crystals, huh? Why does this system require such powerful crystals, capable of creating planets, beings, and more?"