SubtleBite

The Black Masked One awakened in an unfamiliar world nameless, memoryless just a consciousness drifting in an endless cosmic void. The only things he possessed were a mysterious black mask and an intricate system interface before him, displaying a new reality:

[Planetary Management System Activated…]
[You have been granted control over an abandoned planet…]
[Initializing preliminary tests…]

With no understanding of his past or purpose, the Black-Masked One began exploring the system. He soon discovered that he could allocate Cosmic Points, develop his planet, and nurture its inhabitants to grow stronger. He started with nothing a barren world, frail creatures, a civilization yet to be born. But he was no ordinary being.

With each decision, each modification, and every point he invested, the planet began to transform. The land flourished, resources replenished, and the inhabitants evolved into formidable warriors. Step by step, he tested the limits of his power, forged a new civilization, and raced against time to make his planet the greatest, the most advanced, and the strongest in existence.

But the system was no mere game there were consequences.

[Warning: Other planets are evolving… The competition has begun…]

Conquering Planets: Rise of the Cosmic Tyrant

The rebellion wasn't dead.

That very night, a small strike team slipped into the valley below.

They found one of Cedric's supply caravans—unguarded, unprotected.

Aldric didn't hesitate.

With a swift signal, his men set it ablaze.

The explosion lit up the night, the flames reflecting in Aldric's eyes.

But this war was far from over.

The glow of the burning supply caravan still flickered in the distance as Aldric and his team retreated into the cover of the trees. The scent of charred wood and scorched grain filled the night air. It was a small victory, but an important one.

They had struck first.

And now Cedric would know—the rebellion wasn't dead.

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