## **Hot King, Fast Trains, Divine Flirting, and One Flaming Meteor**
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Let's start with the obvious.
**Aethonix. Got. Hot.**
Like not just *"Oh he grew up nicely"*—no no no. We're talking **"fire-hair started blushing when he walks shirtless"** level of hot. His muscles now looked like they were carved by a god with abs OCD, his jawline could slice bread, and his eyes? Bro. His eyes glowed softly like twin suns dipped in Linuar light.
**Aurorian women?**
They didn't walk past him.
They *glided*.
They fainted.
They giggled behind their fans.
And yes—**some even made shrines** in their bedrooms. No, I'm not joking. There's a literal mini-temple called *"Temple of the Dream King."*
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### **Legal Adulthood & The Great Girl Stampede**
Aethonix had turned **18**, officially a legal adult in Aurorian culture. That meant he was no longer just the "Child King" but the **"Eligible Supreme Overlord of Hearts"** (not an official title, but close enough).
The High Council started receiving a new kind of petition:
- **"My daughter would like to marry the Young King."**
- **"My *entire village* would like to marry the Young king."**
- **"Our cat is named after the young king. Can we live closer to him?"**
Aethonix just stared at the pile of marriage requests and whispered,
**"Bro. I'm in a harem anime now."**
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### **Population Boom & the Baby Stampede**
Aurorians are *fertile*. Let's just say… everyone was *thriving*. The cities were bursting at the seams with little chubby toddlers, chasing Arsu (those wolf-faced carriage animals), chewing on glowing Linuar pebbles, and getting stuck in fountains.
**Total population?**
**90,000.**
Yes. **Ninety. Thousand. Aurorians.**
Bro. That's not a city anymore. That's a *whole anime kingdom.*
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### **Train Time with Cronus (a.k.a. Tony Stark of the Forest)**
The smartest bean alive, **Cronus**, had pulled off yet another W.
**"Hey bro, I have an idea,"** Aethonix said one day.
**Cronus: "Cool."**
**Three months later: A full train system exists.**
Yep. **AetherRails.** Powered by refined Linuar crystals and a combustion core powered by heat-dispersing vibranium plates (don't ask how, just nod).
**The routes?**
- Capital Aethonix
- Aurora
- Stoneleaf
- Fishguard (yes, they still battle fish weekly)
**Train horns?**
They sound like a wolf growling with dignity.
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### **Carriages → Cars: The Struggle**
**Cars?** Well, we tried.
The prototypes exist. They're wooden, powered by mini combustion engines and Linuar converters… but…
- One exploded.
- One caught fire and **ran away on its own.**
- One just refused to start unless you sang to it.
**Science Fact Drop:**
The combustion engines use an early form of **steam pressure combined with vibration harmonics** from Griorite to boost acceleration. It works… sometimes.
**Aethonix: "We're getting there, bro."**
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### **Law & Order: Aurorian Unit**
New rule added:
**"If you murder another Aurorian, you mine Griorite for the rest of your days."**
Yep. **No trial. Just shovel.**
If you flirt with the young King without consent? Public karaoke punishment.
If you spill Linuar ale on someone's robes? Duel at the Colosseum.
Firehair asked, **"You ever gonna make a court system?"**
Aethonix shrugged, **"Bro, this is medieval Marvel. We improvise."**
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### **Combing Hair & Talking Gods**
One chill afternoon, Aethonix sat beside Firehair, gently combing her blazing golden-red hair.
(Aurorian combs were heat-resistant thanks to Vibranium-Griorite tips, thank you very much.)
**"Hey… Fire,"** he asked. **"Are there… other gods on Earth?"**
She sighed like someone opening a history textbook titled *"Too Many Gods, Not Enough Chill."*
**"Oh, plenty,"** she said. **"Olympians. Asgardians. The First Eternals.The Elder Gods and even Gaea—the actual Earth-mom of all pantheons. Honestly, Earth is like a divine soap opera with way too many episodes."**
**"But you…"** she paused, turning to look at Aethonix.
"But you Aurorians? You're something different. Your energy is divine... but shallow, like baby divinity. Still growing."
**"You never talk about Aurorian divinty. Why?"**
Aethonix blinked.
**"Because we don't really… have any. Not like Earth God does. Our strength grows over time. Especially us royals. When I say I'd clap my 16-year-old self, I mean with one hand while drinking tea with the other, I'd obliterate that guy like a marshmallow in lava."**
Firehair giggled. **"You *have* grown. Stronger. Handsomer. Definitely more sarcastic."**
Aethonix smirked. **"We're lovers and I still haven't gotten a kiss. Is this a Greek tragedy or what?"**
**"Patience, my phoenix prince,"** she teased, tossing a flame strand over his face.
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### **The Evolution Talk**
**"We Aurorians evolve,"** he explained. **"At 100 years old, we become High Aurorians. At 500? We evolve again. My grandparents were that level… but they disappeared."**
(His grandparents were probably stronger than Future Thor but mysteriously vanished. Classic.)
Firehair narrowed her eyes.
**"That explains the energy I sense. You're different from the young ones. Like you're walking toward divinity... but slowly."**
**"Guess I'm a slow-burn demigod,"** he said, flexing without trying to flex.
**Firehair blinked.**
**"Also… I can't read your minds. Any of you. That's rare. Even among psychics."**
Aethonix raised a brow.
**"Is that good or bad?"**
**"Peaceful,"** she smiled. **"Like quiet thunder."**
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### **Meteors & Mischief**
Three weeks passed. Flirting intensified. One almost-kiss happened but got interrupted by a sneeze from a baby Arsu.
Then one night…
The sky cracked.
**A meteor came screaming down from the heavens**, blazing in **green fire**, trailing smoke like it owed someone money.
It crashed into the southern forests—earth-shattering, trees aflame, birds screaming, and every Aurorian baby crying in unison like an orchestra of doom.
**"BROOOO!"** Aethonix shouted, standing at the palace balcony. **"WHO ORDERED A PLANETARY SLAP??"**
Firehair stood beside him, eyes glowing.
**"That's no ordinary meteor. I felt… willpower. Something's inside."**
Aethonix: **"…Green fire. Don't tell me it's a space goblin."**
"Well," she said, grabbing her sword, "when things fall from space, it's either a gift… or a problem that needs punching."
**To be continued.**
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