(The story is a bit long, it's about the Dragon King, and it doesn't matter if you don't watch it, you can skip it completely.) Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info)

(Actually, this story is a leave compensation, and I can't update it today...... Of course, I would never say that this story is actually used to dig holes! ）

The morning sun as we know it still sleeps behind the horizon, the savage and rough earth slowly unfolds, the lofty mountains wind like knuckles among the low hills, and the palaces and mansions of imitation form are entrenched in the crouching mountains. The contours of this planet resemble the many stars of the zenith, and the tranquility and elegance of it are simply unknown to the natives. They are scattered and inhabited, ignorant and ignorant, unaware that they have long since surrendered to great power, let alone the predicament in which they find themselves.

The fiery light I gathered in my path shone on the world below me. Tiny lives overflowing with strife, fear, and joy are enjoying themselves in cramped corners. They looked up at me as I crossed the sky, and it was so sad and lovely. I have heard their calls to me: prophets, comets, monsters, gods, demons...... And so on and so forth, and so on, but none of them are exact.

In a flat desert, there was a familiar sting sensation of magic, sourced from the original civilization that had risen among the wilderness. And behold, a huge sun wheel is about to be completed. When the poor slaves saw my trail, they couldn't help but grab the ground with their heads. Their cruel masters regard my fiery meteor-like figure as an unshakable omen. My traces will be respectfully engraved on the plain rocks by them in humble figures, and they will praise the transcendent comets as the gods' approval of their deeds. The sole purpose of the Sun Wheel is to channel the sun's abundant splendor into the bodies of the greatest of these humanoids, transforming them into the most desired beings on the planet: the embarrassing "demigods". This effort will surely lead to a burn. But I suspect that they will survive for a while, maybe a thousand years or so, and then they will fall into decay and be replaced by other populations.

I continued onward, paddling over the parched grassland. The desert was sinking into darkness behind me. The brown rocks are dotted with greenery, and it looks like an idyllic paradise. However, beneath the serene surface lies bloodstains and corpses. The battle was already lost, and the survivors raised their crude axes and shouted for a bloody way. The head of the middle-aged man was pierced by a javelin and nailed to the dirt floor, flanked by a warrior still struggling and screaming. The few were surrounded by soldiers riding rough beasts.

When the people who were trapped in the beast saw me, they seemed to be instantly ignited. They dragged their broken bodies, grabbed axes and bows and arrows, and broke through with the enemy. I'm not interested in watching their little fights, because I've seen them thousands of times: the surviving people carved the comet into the cave walls. Thousands of years from now, their descendants will put my image on banners and banners, and once again join the same dull and senseless battles. And to those who record history, he must ask why they never learn their lessons. And this kind of lesson has also put me in a strange situation.

The cycle of heavenly principles, and let them indulge in it themselves.

My track staggered with more residents. Their common reaction was not surprising: they pointed and pointed, got down on their knees, and then erected a stone platform and offered virgins and boys. They looked up at the sky and saw a comet passing by, never looking for what was really beneath the glorious exterior, but merging it into their self-righteous worldview, and my solemn face was forever obscured. A few of the more civilized, only relatively speaking, races will look up and note my trajectory in their scientific calendars, rather than simply as material for the prophets. Although there is no lack of novelty, even a race of such intelligence has a common phenomenon of biased assumption that I appear according to the law of a fixed trajectory. Alas, what a miss. Still, I don't have to expect much from these simple-minded terrestrial creatures. They can't be blamed for that either. It seems that if the laws of evolution are to become a program in this world, they will have to go through quite a bit of twists and turns.

However, the novelty that these young animals brought to me was almost gone. The force that held my magic in prison dragged me from one barren world to another centuries ago. Now, it leads me back to the familiar boulder. The dissolved sunlight that fills the surface of this stone ball comes from the most ancient creations of my love and radiance. Ah, the moment when she first sprinkled her own light on thousands of living beings, it was only for me, as a starter, that I was fated to see it. I miss it so much, the stars bursting with warm energy, caressing my face and fingertips. Each star inspires a unique energy that reflects the spirit of the Creator, like a precious gem. They are the flakes of the universe that burn lightly, resisting the boundless darkness.

Unfortunately, my cherished memories are now overshadowed by betrayal. Yes, this is where the Titans led me into a cage. But now is not the time to dwell on the past. The old Star Spirits want me to come and put down yet another rebellion—in their name, of course.

Then I saw her. This warrior of all kinds, wielding a spear made of star gemstones, stood alone on the top of a small mountain. She stared at me through the armor on her face, like a spark disguised as lightning. A thick brown braid slid from her shoulders to her chest and landed on her golden breastplate. Her body was freckled, and her skin was pale. Her eyes were the only ones on her face that weren't covered by a helmet, bursting with blood-red light.

She calls herself Pan Sen, the embodiment of the Titan Divine Fighting Intent. She's not the first warrior in the world to bear the title of Panson, and certainly won't be the last.

She lifted her muscular arms, her glittering cloak flipped open, and leaned back, as if dragging a majestic chain. And my body, bound by the cruel contract, suddenly rolled involuntarily, lost my balance, and fell straight towards the top of the hill where she stood. She started yelling at me.

Her voice pierced through my head through this crown of stars with a thousand cuts, and it exploded. The rest of the voices died down.

"Dragon!" She called me like a wretched winged worm spitting orange flames, and it was a blessing to set a tree on fire.

"Seal their gates!" Her small spear pointed at a crack at the foot of the mountain and ordered. A conspicuous purple miasma spread down the mountain, which turned out to be the source of the stench I had smelled before I even arrived. And I turned my gaze to Panson, who apparently thought of me like a dog on a leash. Today is different, I've learned my lesson.

"Dragons?" I whispered. "With such a shoddy name, give orders to me. Are you sure you're wise enough? ”

Pan Sen's palm on the spear loosened slightly, rubbing against the spear. But after only a moment, she took a step back, as if the distance would allow her to avoid my wrath.

"Seal their doors." She yelled even louder, like I hadn't heard her command. Her volume didn't drown out the tremors in her voice. She pointed her spear at me, as if she thought that such a small toothpick would be able to pierce me.

This is the first time I've seen a giant god's star spirit tremble. She was clearly not used to repeating her orders in front of me.

"I'll deal with those disgusting minions, and I won't miss the time, my dear, Panson."

"Listen to me, dragon." Panson shouted again. "Otherwise, the world will be overturned."

"This world has been overturned long before the giant gods were arrogant."

I felt a boiling in Panson's heart, and she had to exert all her strength to grasp the invisible chains that bound me. She realized now that I was no longer the creature I had been driven by. The will of the giant god has long been distracted, and he has not realized that the evil fetters I am carrying have been quietly weakened.

Panson roared again, and this time I couldn't resist. That cruel sorcery reigns back above my will. I turned my attention to the source of the trouble. The hollows of the valley, once green, now wriggled with a purple-red miasma. These void creatures that turned away from life tore through the heavenly dome of reality, enveloping the invisible tides of energy and breaking through the barriers separating space. They create an abominable passageway.

These carapace-clad creatures with many eyes noticed me. What a pathetic ambition for them to swallow me in one gulp. In the back of my mind, a glowing furnace emerged, the core of the star that had been ignited before I was imprisoned. I threw a spear made of pure Yuan Spark, turning wave after wave of tooth-cracking beasts into ashes, sending them back to the eternal silence of evil energy. Fishy hot stumps rained down. I'm a little surprised, these creatures are not completely annihilated, but again, the void creatures don't understand the way this universe works.

A misshapen rift appeared in mid-air. At the heart of this corruption, there is a thought...... Hungry and thirsty, and unwilling to give in. This is a far cry from what I understand as a brainless void creature. This scar on the surface of reality, flexing and stretching, twists and turns all it touches. Something behind the rift, though unknown, is laughing wildly.

Panson shouted another order at me, but I ignored her. This strange spatial chasm completely attracted me. It's not the first time I've faced them, but this time I feel very different. I couldn't help but be amazed by the terrifying spectacle that shattered the boundaries of time and space. Few creatures can comprehend the intricacies and subtleties of different realms, let alone master this terrifying divine power that can break through the limits of the existence of all things. In my mind, I knew that such a delicate wound could not have come from these contemptible creatures who were busy fleeing. No way. There are obviously many unknown secrets behind this invasion. I shuddered, and couldn't imagine what kind of entity could have the power to cause such a churning rift. Without Panson barking at her commands again, I knew how I had to act. Her requests were always unimaginative permutations anyway. She must have thought of me throwing a star at the Rift, as if that would burn this corrupt Chrono Rift.

Am I going to give in to these sluggish demigods?

All right. At least in their "logic", they have to admit that the scorching starlight is the key to solving the problem. Let's let the pretending of obedience play out for a while.

I enjoyed what was going on, partly because they would never forget it, but also because I had finally unleashed a little bit of my ancient abilities. But more importantly, whatever the Void Spirit body behind this rift, he must understand that no one can laugh at me on the plane I stand on.

The primordial essence of the atmosphere began to coalesce in my mind. The vigorous stardust fused at my silent command. The glory of my burning majesty in the deep sky has turned into a star that is not comparable. After all, in this fragile world, I can't just ignite a fully fledged star.

The starlight of the first cry flew out of my hand and joined two other sisters who would not leave me. They danced a whirling ballet around me, their white-hot cores devouring the dust and matter I had brought with them. We were all transformed into a storm of shimmering stars, and the night sky was reduced to a whirlpool of sparks dancing. I hooked a fiery star stream and exhaled a dense gust of hot air that overwhelmed the original halo of this world. The contours of the planet are thus forever scarred. Bright sparks swirled and scattered from the center of the valley. Gravitational pull gradually dissolves in the oscillating and restless spectrum, and billions of colors that ordinary people can't distinguish snag and splatter. My stars continue to press the material around them into their cores, getting brighter and hotter. It's a truly stunning sight, with dazzling light cascading out, and the enrichment of heat even stretches the limits of the spectrum. My back shook slightly with excitement.

The grass and trees are growing, and the rivers are steaming. The cliffs crumbled in the billowing smoke. The slaves who built the wheel, the soldiers in the mountains, the stargazers, the praying, the cowardly world, the prophets of the end times, the desperate people, the newborn kings...... All those who have witnessed the passage of the comet tail to the heavens have witnessed with their humble eyes the dawn that glows when the supernova is born. Everywhere on this sad planet, my light turns the deepest night into day. What kind of theories will they use to explain such a change in the color of heaven and earth?

Even the tyrants of the Titan clan rarely see my power with their own eyes. Of course, no piece of land can withstand the scars of that valley. Once my work is over, nothing will survive.

Even Pan Sen, the incarnation of the Star Spirit, was not immune. I don't know if what I'll miss when I get there is her or her meaningless barking.

The dazzling light of the apocalypse faded, and the once mountains had collapsed into lava mixed with rubble that flowed down the valley's original depression. This is the wound I left on the world. The abomination crown suddenly burst out with a sharp pain that pierced through my body. I'm going to pay the price soon.

I threw my head up, my eyes bathed in the sad glow of a dying star. My heart tightened, and my mind curled. A burst of topless despair pierced the depths of my soul, and a dark sadness swept over me in an instant. It's like you lost your most cherished thing in an instant, and you know that the whole blame lies with you.

A long time ago, some curious creature asked me why I could remember every star I had cast. If they've ever had the privilege of feeling how to create even a single star, they'll know that the stupidity of the question is reaching the sky. As I watched my beloved creature die at the end of its life, the energy she radiated was as if a corner of my soul was missing. Heaven has sounded the death knell for her heat death. And she splashed Mars, the last time she bloomed, even more than her other siblings. My heart was broken by a thousand petals, only because of the myriad heavens, which I had gradually lost as I turned my power to the service of the giant gods.

Panson's summoning was eventually exchanged for a star. This is the end of my unrestrained wrath, and the brutal sorcery I must deal with.

In a matter of seconds, they regained my mind and assigned a new task. However, no matter how brief, I have never enjoyed such freedom in any other world. What's more, I've learned what they're flawed. A small part of me has been freed, and it won't be long before I'll be back here to scrutinize this mysterious source of energy and break free from my shackles once and for all.

I became the spirit of war, curling and twisting in my flesh scattered throughout the universe. It will not be happy if it loses its concrete spokesperson in this world. However, a destined host has been chosen, and he will become the next generation of Panson. It was a warrior of the Rakol tribe, whose tribe entrenched at the foot of the Giant Peak, drew its power like a barnacle. One day, I will meet this new Panson. Maybe he'll leave that ridiculous spear behind and come with a new weapon. I sensed Panson's astral relatives scattered in space. For the past brief moment, their attention was focused on the world, watching their avatars on the earth be annihilated by the hands of their chosen weapon. Their confusion is mixed with a growing desire. They are pouring out each other to gain control of me. How I wish I could see their faces.

As I pulled out of the world known as the Runeterra, I felt an emotion sprout that had never been seen in the titans.

It's for fear.