2 power stones I give 3 chapters
5 power stones mean 6 characters
As the shelter drifted through the endless dark, it didn't stay the same for long. New rooms seemed to grow overnight—wide, sunlit spaces where fake grass cushioned bare feet and strange, glowing trees stretched toward painted skies. The system even figured out how to tweak the gravity, letting the kids float and tumble in slow motion, their laughter echoing through the halls. Sometimes, Alex would stumble on a patch of green he didn't remember planting, or a quiet pond where Rhea would sit, lost in thought.
They picked up more survivors along the way—some scared, some stubborn, all of them carrying their own scars. Not everyone fits in right away. There were arguments, even betrayal once, when someone tried to take control of the food stores. They learned the hard way that trust had to be earned, and forgiveness didn't come easy. Still, new friendships formed, and the group became something messier and stronger than Alex could have imagined.
Raising kids in space turned out to be its own kind of adventure. There were days Alex would wake up to crying babies and the sound of older kids chasing each other through the corridors, and he'd wonder how any of them were supposed to do this without a real sky overhead. But then someone would crack a joke at dinner, or Mia would lead everyone in an old Earth song, and for a little while, the shelter felt almost like home.
The system kept nudging them along—sometimes with clear instructions, sometimes with weird, cryptic reminders that left them all scratching their heads. But every challenge forced them to grow, to change, to become a little more than survivors.
Alex still had his doubts. He could be stubborn and bitter, especially on days when everything felt impossible. But his companions never let him drift too far. Mia, Lin, Rhea, Mara—all of them pulled him back, reminding him what they were fighting for. The harem wasn't just a collection of lovers anymore; they were a council, each voice important, each choice shared. And the children—they were noisy, hopeful, and full of dreams, a reminder that the future wasn't lost just yet.