Two hours before the fifth day, the world stood in absolute readiness.
Across every continent, every ocean trench, every mountain peak, the beasts of Earth—every creature above level twenty-five, every predator and guardian—waited in disciplined silence. Only the youngest cubs and the weak were kept away. The rest stood united, hearts steady, power surging in their veins. This was not chaos. This was an army.
At the same time, far in orbit, the Empire had prepared their own forces with military precision. War formations were deployed across the void like an iron net. Fleets of mechas floated in perfect phalanxes, soldiers embedded within massive warships, their weapons already primed.
Then—on the fifth day, the countdown hit zero.
The Empire opened the interstellar Livestream.
Cameras were suspended high above the battlefield, positioned far enough to avoid being torn apart by the upcoming war. The view was breathtaking—an endless, star-filled void split between two titanic forces preparing to collide.
The chat exploded instantly.
> "Are we gonna see ancient spaceships?"
"Or maybe Earth rides millions of winged horses?"
"Bet their army is tiny anyway."
The spectators laughed, debated, placed bets. This was supposed to be entertaining.
And then—the void changed.
A red spark appeared in space.
One. Silent. Pulse.
The audience fell quiet.
The spark grew, twisting, warping the very fabric of reality. It beat like a living heart—
PULSE.
PULSE.
PULSE.
On the third heartbeat, space tore open.
A massive red portal bloomed in the void like an ancient, awakened eye.
Inside… were ranks.
Not chaos.
Not beasts rampaging.
Not primitive savages.
They saw lines—perfect, disciplined lines of Earth's army, standing in silent formation as though waiting for a signal.
The viewers stopped breathing.
The portal was a doorway.
And something colossal… was about to walk through.
From within the red portal, the void trembled.
A thunderous BOOM echoed across space as something massive stepped forward.
First, the viewers saw it—
A single colossal hoof.
The scale was unreal.
The hoof alone was the size of a warship.
Gasps erupted in the Livestream chat.
> "WHAT IS THAT?!"
"Is that… an elephant??"
"No way—IT'S TOO BIG!"
Next emerged a long, powerful trunk that swayed through the void with slow, unstoppable grace.
Then came the head—massive, ancient, crowned with jade-like tusks sharp enough to slice battleships in half.
Its ears flapped like wings, stirring the void itself.
Its smooth fur shimmered with energy, each strand like woven steel.
Its short tail swung, creating deep, booming shockwaves with every casual flick.
And then it TRUMPETED.
The sound was not just loud—it was primordial.
It reverberated through metal, through circuits, through souls. Some soldiers in immersion mode instinctively clutched their chests.
The beast did not charge.
Instead, it calmly walked to the very edge of the battlefield…
…and stopped.
It did not cross the line.
It was waiting.
Then the ground—no, the void itself—shook again.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
More appeared.
Dozens.
Hundreds.
Each one larger than the last.
The Livestream exploded in disbelief.
> "Those are MAMMOTHS?!"
"THIS IS AN EXTINCT SPECIES!!!"
"WHY ARE THEY SO HUGE?!"
The Empire's soldiers stared in horror.
They had never, in the entire interstellar history, seen beasts of this scale. Even planetary titans were smaller.
Then the air changed.
The portal darkened.
Something even bigger was coming.
The mammoths stepped aside, creating a path.
And through the portal emerged a mammoth so vast it made the others look small.
It was over a hundred meters taller than the largest mammoth present.
Its tusks were monstrous, gleaming like sculpted jade and death.
Its presence was suffocating.
Its shadow eclipsed fleets.
Almost a thousand meters tall.
The viewers forgot how to speak.
This was not just a beast.
This was a natural disaster given form.
And then, the impossible happened.
The other mammoths bowed.
Not out of fear.
Out of reverence.
The audience watched in frozen silence as the colossal King Mammoth led his herd to the front line and stood at the far left flank of the Earth's formation.
And the portal… remained open.
The viewers felt a chill.
> "…Wait. There's more?"
"How can there possibly be MORE?!"
The red portal pulsed again, like a heartbeat rising in excitement.
PULSE.
Black shapes started walking out of the light.
Sleek. Silent. Deadly.
They were only half the size of the mammoths, but their presence was lethal.
Their fur was pure midnight, absorbing all light.
Their eyes glowed like twin stars in the dark.
They moved with predator grace, forming two perfect rows without a sound.
Then, the largest of them emerged—elegant, terrifying, royalty in every step.
And as it walked between them…
Every panther bowed.
The chat went insane.
> "BLACK PANTHERS?!"
"NO—KING PANTHERS?!"
"WHY ARE THEY ORGANIZED?!"
"WHY DO THEY OBEY FORMATION?!"
Because these were not wild beasts.
These were soldiers.
These were generals.
These were the soul-bound King Beasts of Gu Ruisheng.
And this… was only the beginning.
The portal pulsed again.
PULSE.
The air grew warm… golden… regal.
And then they stepped out.
Lions.
Not beasts—
Monarchs.
Their fur shimmered with mana-infused brilliance.
Golden lions, radiant like sunlight.
White lions, ethereal as moonlight.
Each step was elegance and power perfectly entwined.
The Livestream chat lost its mind.
> "THEY'RE GLOWING???"
"Are those… holy beasts?!"
"Why are they so BEAUTIFUL?!"
The lions moved in perfect formation—graceful, lethal, noble.
And then… the ground trembled.
A larger paw pressed against the portal edge.
And out stepped the Lion King.
Ten meters taller than the rest.
Mane flowing like living fire and starlight.
Muscles coiled with divine strength.
Eyes that held ancient wisdom.
He walked slowly, each step heavy with authority.
Every lion in existence—golden, white, young, old—
lowered themselves in a full bow.
The interstellar viewers forgot to breathe.
They had seen majestic animals before.
They had seen terrifying beasts before.
But never—true kings.
Even the Empire's commanders felt a chill run down their spines.
This was not just power.
This was sovereignty made flesh.
The Lion King reached the front of the army, stationed himself with pride, and stood facing the stars like a monarch guarding his throne.
And still…
The portal did not close.
The heartbeat of the portal echoed again.
PULSE.
Cats.
All of them.
Lynx.
Tigers.
Leopards.
Jaguars.
Cheetahs.
They strode out in endless ranks, each species forming its own army, each group perfectly organized.
Every single one bowed as their respective King or Queen took the lead.
Their movements were poetry.
Blades wrapped in fur.
Grace sharpened into death.
The interstellar citizens were numb with shock.
Their animal species were ugly, mutated, barely functional…
But these?
These were divine sculptures brought to life.
Animal lovers cried in the chat.
> "I WANT ONE—NO, I WANT ALL OF THEM!"
"THIS IS UNFAIR, HOW CAN THEY BE THIS PRETTY?!"
"EVEN THEIR GIANT VERSION IS CUTE???"
But the beauty had not ended.
Because the air turned cold.
Howl.
It rolled across the battlefield like icy wind.
Wolves.
Silent, silver, regal.
Eyes like moonlit blades.
Their presence was terrifying in its unity.
They didn't march.
They glided.
Spines straight. Gazes forward.
And behind them, with cruel grins and wicked chuckles…
Jackals.
Hyenas.
Sharp, vicious, gleeful.
The kind of predators that didn't just kill—
They hunted joyfully.
The Empire soldiers felt a prickling sense of danger.
These beasts were not feral.
These beasts were trained.
And worse…
They were eager.
The portal thrummed.
BOOM.
The space trembled differently this time—heavy, dense.
And then it appeared.
A paw the size of a fortress.
Thick fur.
Shadow-covering mass.
Power in raw, unfiltered form.
Bears.
Brown bears.
Polar bears, fur glistening like ice.
Black bears, hulking and relentless.
Each one could uproot mountains.
Each one was as colossal as the mammoths.
But then…
The battlefield went silent.
Because something impossibly adorable waddled out.
Even the deadliest soldiers blinked.
…Pandas.
Black and white giant pandas.
Then red pandas.
Then raccoons—round, fluffy, bright-eyed.
The interstellar viewers short-circuited.
> "WHY ARE THE CUTE ONES HUGE TOO?!!"
"I'M CONFLICTED—THEY'RE DEADLY BUT I WANT TO HUG THEM."
"THIS PLANET IS ILLEGAL."
Power and beauty.
Terror and charm.
Earth had both.
Perfectly.
The bears took their place—
An iron wall beside the mammoths.
PULSE.
This time, the portal didn't just open.
It sang.
A current of wind swept through space, swirling upward.
And then… wings.
Thousands.
Tens of thousands.
Hundreds of thousands.
Birds.
Every species known—and unknown.
They soared out in bursts of color and sound.
Eagles, hawks, owls—
Falcons, ravens, cranes—
Songbirds, thunderbirds, spirit birds—
The sky became a living masterpiece.
Their calls overlapped in a breathtaking symphony.
The viewers were stunned silent.
It was war…
But it felt like a celestial festival.
And then…
The air shimmered.
A new flock entered.
Heavenly Sparrows.
Tiny, elegant, glowing with divine aura.
They floated upward—
And then, as one…
They bowed toward the portal.
The sky itself held its breath.
From the portal emerged—
Flames.
Not burning.
Transcendent.
And then they saw her.
A Phoenix.
Wings like molten gold.
Tail like flowing embers.
Eyes older than time.
She soared gracefully, leaving trails of fire that did not burn—but purified.
The entire battlefield trembled.
Even the strongest mammoths lowered their heads.
Even the Lion King's eyes shone in respect.
The Phoenix Queen.
And she was not alone.
Phoenixes of every color and element followed her, each a legend given flesh.
They took their place in the skies—
a blazing constellation of royalty.
The interstellar viewers were broken.
They had come expecting primitive beasts riding horses with wings.
Instead…
They were witnessing an army of myth.
And the portal still… remained… open.
The true kings…
had not yet arrived.
---
The portal pulsed.
Once…
Twice…
THREE TIMES.
Each pulse struck like a drum of fate.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
Space itself quivered.
And then…
ROOOOOOOOOOAR.
The sound did not just echo.
It rattled souls.
Viewers in virtual immersion screamed and clutched their heads—yet none of them disconnected.
Because what emerged from the portal…
Should not have existed.
A massive shape pushed through.
Not a creature.
At first, they thought it was a landmass.
A floating island.
A mountain carried by the void—
Until it moved.
A colossal leg pressed forward.
Scales like deep obsidian, traced with rivers of glowing blue energy.
Ancient, heavy, unstoppable.
And then… a head emerged.
Broad.
Wisdom-filled.
Eyes like the birth of the universe.
Tufts of moss and ore clung to its shell—
Wait.
Ores.
The interstellar audience's minds cracked.
> "…Hold on."
"…Is that…"
"DID WE TRY TO MINE A LIVING BEING?!"
They remembered the rich ores.
The mountains filled with spiritual metal.
The mineral veins they drooled over and wanted to extract.
Those "mountains" were backs.
Those "ores" were scales.
No wonder Earth's people looked at them like idiots.
"You tried to steal our resources."
No.
They tried to skin Earth's gods.
More turtles emerged.
Each bigger than the last.
Each older than time.
The void trembled beneath their weight—yet they floated effortlessly, as though space bent itself in respect.
They stepped into position with thunderous grace.
And then…
They bowed.
Every single one lowered their ancient heads.
The viewers held their breath.
Because if THESE titans were bowing…
Who were they bowing to?
The final turtle emerged—
The Black Turtle King.
Its size…
Beyond calculation.
Its presence…
Beyond comprehension.
It wasn't just big.
It was primordial.
It carried the weight of oceans and heavens in its gaze.
Storms curled around its shell like obedient pets.
Its aura blanketed the battlefield—
ENDLESS.
Even the dragons stirred.
This creature was not raw power like the dragons.
Not savage pride like the lions.
Not burning rebirth like the phoenixes.
This creature was eternity.
It moved to its place in the front lines.
It did not need to roar.
Its existence was the roar.
And as it settled…
The Empire finally—
Finally—
Felt fear.
---
INTERSTELLAR CHAT WENT INSANE:
> "WHY DO THE MOUNTAINS HAVE LEGS?!!"
"SOMEONE PAUSE THE STREAM I NEED TO LIE DOWN."
"Did… did we just threaten THIS?!"
"Mom come pick me up, I'm scared."
"We. Are. SCREWED."
And still…
The portal did not close.
--
The air changed.
It thickened.
Darkened.
Electrified.
The mammoths lifted their heads.
The lions stood taller.
The turtles became perfectly still.
Every creature on the battlefield moved into formation…
And then…
The sky itself opened.
A colossal shadow blotted out the stars.
A paw—scaled, massive, glistening with dark power—tore through the portal threshold.
Silence.
Then…
DRAGON.
The first dragon emerged, scales shimmering between colors—obsidian, sapphire, emerald. Its roar rolled across the galaxy.
Every beast bowed.
Even the phoenixes lowered their heads.
Even the Black Turtle King's ancient eyes softened in respect.
Because dragons…
were apex.
But this…
was just the beginning.
Dragon after dragon poured from the portal, each larger, each more terrifyingly divine. Their numbers rivaled the stars, each one a legend.
And then…
The void cracked.
A presence so powerful it made space whimper.
A paw larger than cities emerged…
dripping black flame and celestial thunder.
And then it stepped out.
The Black Dragon King.
Not flying.
Floating.
Reality bent to its will just to hold it.
Its scales—flawless midnight, reflecting no light, swallowing it whole.
Its claws- storms woven from pure destruction.
Its eyes—twin galaxies of ancient judgment.
When it roared…
Every soul trembled.
It wasn't a sound.
It was domination.
All dragons—king-level beasts who were bowed to by others—dropped instantly.
Full submission.
Foreheads to the void.
The interstellar Empire finally understood.
This was not a "small civilization."
This was a planet of gods.
And they had declared war on it.
---
The Black Dragon King reached its command position… and turned.
Facing the still-glowing portal.
The air stilled.
The void held its breath.
All beings—dragon, phoenix, lion, turtle, mammoth, wolf—waited.
The portal shimmered softly.
This time…
no roar.
No quake.
Just…
Footsteps.
Soft.
Human.
And every living thing in existence…
parted like soldiers before a throne.
A path opened in the center of the armies—
The grandest, most reverent corridor ever formed.
The dragons formed pillars.
The phoenixes lit the skies.
The mammoths thundered in salute.
The lions crouched in respect.
The turtles lowered their ancient heads.
The birds sang a celestial hymn.
At the far end of the corridor…
Two figures emerged.
Hand in hand.
A man.
A woman.
No beast bowed to them—
Because reverence went beyond bowing.
They walked as if the battlefield belonged to them.
Because it did.
Gu Ruisheng.
Gu Mian.
Earth's true apex.
And the universe held its breath.