(3rd Person POV)
As the credits rolled and the audience burst into applause, Yoda sat quietly for a moment longer, a complicated feeling settling in his chest.
The trio's victory on the screen gave him a faint sense of relief—but not enough to ease the deeper urgency gnawing at him.
Even with the heroes' success, he knew the true danger lurking in his own world had not vanished.
The shadow of Darth Vader still hung heavy.
Rising from his seat, he slipped out of the theater, the sounds of cheers and clapping following him into the cool night air.
He needed to meet Arthur.
Needed to ask if there was—if there could be—a way for him to return.
If there was even the smallest chance... he had to try.
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The night passed swiftly.
And by the next morning, Hellfire Studios made the numbers official.
Star Wars had pulled in a staggering 42 million global dollars on its very first day.
The second day's earnings climbed even higher—50 million.
In just two days, the box office total had reached an astonishing 92 million global dollars.
TV networks around the world erupted with excitement.
"Star Wars—Hellfire's latest masterpiece—has hit the screens and become an instant success!"
"Audiences say, "It feels like we were transported to another world! We can't wait to see more!"
"A mysterious power beyond magic? Scientists fascinated by 'the Force'—claim it surpasses even known magic systems!"
"Rumors swirl: A leading dwarven mechanical company is secretly developing a new transport to reach the stars!"
"Is life beyond our world possible? Some scholars argue only the God of Light, Solarus, created life—others insist the cosmos may hold more secrets yet."
One headline after another, flooding the airwaves and newsprint.
At the same time, the once-unknown young actor who played Luke Skywalker found himself hurled into the spotlight.
Noah Reynolds—a 25-year-old human, once a struggling dreamer in Horn City—was now a name on everyone's lips.
Inside his modest apartment, his manager, Henry Schemer, was practically bouncing in excitement.
"We did it, kid! We hit it big!" Henry beamed, waving a stack of letters and contracts in his hands.
"Endorsements, ad campaigns, movie offers—everyone's after you! They're offering a fortune!"
Noah, still in disbelief, sat on the worn couch, gripping a letter tightly.
A soft, almost disbelieving smile crossed his face.
"I can finally afford my sister's treatment…" he said, his voice low but filled with wonder.
"Yes, yes!" Henry said, nodding eagerly. "You'll be rich, Noah—trust me!"
Noah's eyes gleamed with hope, a rare light in someone who had long carried burdens too heavy for his age.
And deep down, he knew who he owed it all to.
'Mr. Pendragon…' he thought, heart swelling with quiet gratitude.
'If not for him, none of this would've happened.'
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Following the success of Star Wars, a ripple of wonder spread across the world—especially among the youth. For the first time, children weren't just dreaming about magic or monsters—they were dreaming about stars.
Under a starry sky in a rural district of the U.S.E., a group of teens sat atop a rusted rooftop, their eyes fixed on the heavens. The air was cool, the quiet hum of insects barely noticeable beneath their breathless wonder.
A boy with sandy hair and hopeful blue eyes leaned back, resting on his palms. "Do you think… it's really possible?" he asked. "Like in Star Wars—traveling through the void, jumping from star to star?"
The group fell silent.
Then a soft voice answered.
A girl with blonde hair that caught the starlight, her blue eyes reflecting the night, smiled faintly. "There's nothing impossible, Neil," she said. "Maybe one day… we'll stand on the moon ourselves."
The others chuckled at her boldness.
"Hah! On the moon? Dream on."
"Come on, it's just a movie," one of them added. "There's no way we're flying through space anytime soon."
But Neil and the girl didn't argue. They exchanged quiet smiles—both content to carry that dream a little longer.
Meanwhile, across the ocean in Horn City, Hellfire Studios launched a new wave of merchandise at Hellscape Mall—a vibrant display of glowing lightsabers, modeled after the weapons seen in Star Wars. Though made of simple materials and powered by small rune-charged batteries, they quickly caught the public's eye.
The moment the TV commercial aired—featuring children dueling under moonlight, beams of color flashing through fog—excitement sparked across the city.
Soon, eager customers flocked to Hellscape in person. Word of mouth spread fast: through town criers, bulletin boards, café chatter, and even theater posters. The crowds only grew larger by the day.
The Luke Skywalker saber, glowing bright blue, became the top seller. The Darth Vader model, ominous in red, followed close behind.
Parks and schoolyards became stages.
Kids reenacted scenes with surprising precision. One boy, cloaked in a black cape, deepened his voice to play Vader, while another shouted, "I'll never join you!" as he blocked with a flickering saber. Others joined as stormtroopers or smuggler pilots, cobbling together makeshift blasters and helmets.
Girls proudly took up the role of Princess Leia, styling their hair like hers and giving orders during the backyard battles.
But it didn't stop at children.
Tavern talk shifted to Star Wars—traders, farmers, scholars, even monks discussed the film's deeper themes. At dinner tables, people pondered the "Force," and debated who among them might secretly possess it.
Over at Hellfire Network, ratings surged.
And part of the rise was thanks to Alissa—the actress behind Princess Leia—who had long worked as a news anchor. Her familiar face, now both a royal rebel and a trusted voice of the evening news, kept viewers tuned in each night.
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Inside his office at Hellfire Park, Arthur sat by the wide window, watching the city lights gleam under the night sky.
A faint smile tugged at his lips. Star Wars was thriving.
Everywhere he looked—on the streets, on TV, in the hearts of people—its influence was growing.
Yet despite the success, a more complicated feeling lingered inside him.
Just yesterday, Yoda had come to him directly—his small figure solemn—requesting to return to his original world.
Arthur wanted to help.
But until now, he hadn't found a way.
As he leaned back into his chair, deep in thought, a sudden mechanical chime echoed in his mind.
The system notification appeared before him:
[Congratulations! You have successfully introduced a new IP, "Star Wars," to this world. Status: Cultural Hit.]
[Rewards Granted: One-Time Summon. Return Gate Technique.]
Arthur's eyes sharpened slightly.
He already understood the One-Time Summon—it was a simple ability that allowed him to summon a being once.
But the Return Gate Technique... That was new.
Curious, he tapped the floating panel, pulling up the description.
As he read through it, his eyes gradually widened.
"So that's how it works..." he muttered under his breath, a hint of amusement glinting in his gaze.
The Return Gate Technique would allow him to open a temporary portal—sending Yoda back to his original world.
And even better, the link between them would remain intact.
Meaning, even if Yoda returned, Arthur could summon him again in the future without using another Summon Card.
"Luck really is smiling on that little green guy," Arthur mused, a light laugh under his breath. "And on me."
He leaned forward, steepling his fingers thoughtfully.
If Arthur ever needed him again, he could call Yoda back without burning the One-Time Summon. Besides, the original Summon Card tied to Yoda—earned from that first risky summoning—was still safely in Arthur's possession.
As he was lost in thought, a sharp snap echoed in his mind — a signal from his clone.
Specifically, the one he had sent to the Draconic Realm.
In an instant, the clone's consciousness collapsed into a puff, flooding Arthur's mind with memories.
He saw his arrogant clone living among the dragons like a lazy king, basking in their reverence.
But one day, everything changed.
A colossal creature appeared — several times larger than an average dragon.
The dragons, once proud and fearless, scattered in panic at the sight of it.
His clone, irritated and overconfident, tried to challenge the beast… only to be stomped to death without mercy.
Arthur furrowed his brows, scratching his cheek thoughtfully. "That colossal creature… it looked like a giant dinosaur. A Tyrannosaurus, maybe?"