SandKastle

His name was 25. On Avalis, he was just one of many tasked with fulfilling missions for Earth’s people. This time, he was given a simple one—live as Zeno Han and have an ordinary life.

Easy. Or so he thought.

The moment he took over Zeno’s body, someone shoved a script into his hands. “You’ll be perfect for this role!” And just like that, he was on set.

[Fame Meter: Unable to Measure. Off the charts.]

Doctor? Check. Pilot? Check. Eunuch? …Regrettably, check. Every script forces him to relive past missions, and somehow, he’s nailing every performance. Now, the industry wants to make him a star, but can he still complete his mission? Or will fame—and the terrifying unknown of failure—be his final curtain call?

I Accidentally Became A Superstar

Minjae scoffed. "Yeah, okay. What does that have to do with how we solve the codes?"

- Man, I thought Minjae was going to be my favorite player, but I'm being proven wrong.

- He's a piece of smart trash.

- Not smarter than Zeno, though.

- Is this the part where Zeno makes us all fall in love with his wit?

Zeno ignored Minjae, stepping to the orb furthest left—small, grayish, and dull. Below it, a worn, leather-bound book sat on a pedestal. He opened it and went to the very last page.

Annie leaned over his shoulder. "What does that mean?"

"Mercury has a radius of around 2,440 kilometers," he said. "In scientific notation, that's 2.44 x 10^3."

Ari pursed her lips. She loved science and reading books, but even then, she could never imagine memorizing the radius of each planet.

The Last Planet