Chapter 1 : the intro
Hey everyone this is your guy ( it's me ) the storyteller
welcome to Sirioo (the planet)
Far beyond the worlds we know, hidden somewhere in the endless darkness of the universe, there exists a planet unlike anything humanity has ever imagined.
Sirioo.
The fifth planet orbiting a dying star, Sirioo is a world where the familiar rules of our universe don't always seem to apply.
Here, three moons illuminate the night sky.
Strange and beautiful creatures wander through forests filled with authentic trees and flowers that have never existed on Earth. Life has evolved in ways that challenge everything we believe we understand about nature.
And among all these wonders live the Sirians — the people of Sirioo.
They look remarkably similar to humans… yet they are not human.
Their world has its own history, its own civilizations, its own mysteries, and perhaps… its own secrets about the universe itself.
A dying star above them.
Three moons watching over them.
Thirteen planets surrounding their sun.
And one world standing at the center of a story that was never meant to be discovered.
Welcome to Sirioo.
This is where our story begins.
Hello.
My name is Larry.
I am a Sirian.
I am somewhere in my mid-forties. I have a wife, no children, and a profession that has kept me surrounded by young minds for most of my adult life.
I am a professor at one of the colleges of Sirioo.
And, as far as I know, my life is perfectly ordinary.
At least, that is what I used to believe.
It was the year 1850, according to the calendar of Sirioo.
Another ordinary morning.
The classroom was filled with students, their voices slowly fading as I walked toward the front of the room. I placed my books on the desk and looked at the young faces staring back at me.
“Today,” I said, “we are going to talk about the beginning of our world.”
A few students immediately became interested.
“Sirioo,” I continued, “the fifth planet of our system. Three moons. One dying star. A world unlike anything that exists beyond our skies.”
I turned toward the blackboard and began writing.
THE CREATION OF SIRIOO.
“For thousands of years, our people have tried to understand how Sirioo came into existence. We have records, theories, ancient writings... but no complete answer.”
A student near the back raised his hand.
“Yes?”
“Professor Larry,” he asked, “then who created Sirioo?”
The classroom became silent.
I looked at him for a moment.
Then I smiled.
“That,” I said, “is a question far more dangerous than it sounds.”
A few students laughed.
“But if you really want an answer,” I continued, “perhaps we should stop asking who created our world... and start asking why our world was created the way it was.”
I could see the curiosity growing in their eyes.
So I closed the book.
“Some questions,” I told them, “are not meant to be answered in a classroom.”
And that was where the lesson ended.
But perhaps the story did not.
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THE PEOPLE OF SIRIOO
Sirioo had no clans.
No separate races.
No ancient houses fighting for power.
Every Sirian belonged to the same society.
And above that society stood one leader.
Edward — the President of Sirioo.
Under Edward's government, every person was classified according to one thing:
Nitro.
Nitro was the energy source that existed within every Sirian.
The greater a person's Nitro capacity, the higher their grade.
And the higher their grade, the greater their position in society.
There were no kings.
No noble families.
No bloodline determining your future.
Your Nitro determined where you stood.
The source of Nitro itself came from a mysterious mountain controlled entirely by the government. Nobody outside the authorities was permitted to access its deepest regions.
The government called it a natural resource.
The people called it the foundation of Sirioo.
And those who possessed the greatest amount of Nitro were considered the most powerful people in our civilization.
As for me?
I was only a B-Grade Sirian.
Not the strongest.
Not the weakest.
Just somewhere in the middle.
A professor.
A husband.
An ordinary man living an ordinary life.
At least...
that was what I thought.
Because sometimes, the most dangerous people in history are not the ones searching for power.
They are the ones who accidentally discover where the power came from.
