[Invincible + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Soft Sci-Fi + Not a Creator-Behind-the-Scenes Story + Mild Ensemble Cast] After Shen Xing was reborn, he became a planet. Enshrouded in loneliness, he chose to create a civilization upon his own celestial body, nurturing and protecting its growth. He became faith itself, guiding humanity's progress and offering them shelter. As human civilization flourished steadily, distant Earth, through unknown means, discovered the Celestial Dome Star. When they arrived in search of a new home, they were stunned to find— “Is this truly a second Earth? Why are the humans here just like us, and why do they speak Chinese?” “This planet hasn’t broken free from religious control? How ignorant and backward!” But as the Earthlings, priding themselves on their advanced civilization, prepared to claim this perfect, habitable world, they realized just how naive they had been. The so-called deity they scoffed at truly existed. “At the dawn of time, the universe was naught but chaos. The Starfather, by His will and power, shaped the cosmos from that primordial void.” “The Starfather created countless stars; each star is His child, bearing His hope and dreams!” “Join the Celestial Dome faith, believe in the Starfather, and receive His protection!”
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When Shen Xing opened his eyes once more, he found himself adrift in an endless stretch of starry sky.
“What… is this?”
His mind, still shrouded in confusion, gradually grew clear. In his final memory, the front of a truck had barreled straight toward him—
But now, he had become a rock in the midst of space.
Though he was keenly aware of his newfound insignificance, Shen Xing mused that should he return to Earth in this meager form, his tiny body would be enough to turn his beloved hometown into a dead world.
He was endlessly spinning through space, drawn by an unknown force.
Though he no longer possessed eyes, a strange form of vision unfolded before him, much like the cosmic sandbox games he had once played on obscure platforms.
He sensed a colossal blue star in the distance exerting the strongest pull upon him, far outstripping the other gravitational forces he could perceive.
It was as gentle as a spring breeze.