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21Somewhere in the depths of space… An object pulsed faintly, radiating light—yet at the same time, it seemed to absorb it. Its size was impossible to measure, as if its very existence defied the laws of reality. Anything that approached—asteroids, stars, even light itself—was consumed without a trace, disappearing into the void. If one were to observe closely, they would see the fabric of space twisting and distorting around it, yet somehow appearing stable—as if reality itself were an illusion.  Its rough, circular shape resembled what humans might call a black hole—though whether that truly defined its nature was a question beyond understanding. Its location? Fortunately for humankind, it was nowhere near the Milky Way galaxy. Suddenly, a streak of white and gold light erupted from the black hole's center, cutting through the darkness with blinding speed. It shot into the depths of space, with no sign of slowing or changing course. Its destination? Unknown. --- In a dimly lit room, the glow from a computer screen served as the only source of light, casting faint shadows on the surroundings. A bed was placed against the wall, shelves cluttered with various items, and a table where the computer hummed beneath its bright screen. Seated before the screen was a man. His messy hair stuck out at odd angles beneath a pair of headphones. His bloodshot eyes, shadowed by dark circles, were glued to the screen, while a twisted smile stretched across his face, his teeth glinting in the dim light. His right hand moved the mouse in quick, erratic motions, while his left hand repeatedly hammered a single key on the keyboard. Despite the headphones, the sound of moans filled the room. On the screen, a beautiful naked woman with strikingly clear features writhed in pleasure, her trembling voice aligning perfectly with the movements of a translucent male figure above her, whose movements perfectly matched the motions of the man's hands over the keyboard and mouse as he sat before the screen. [Congratulations, Player! You have conquered the final target.] For ten minutes moans continued along with the fierce clicking of buttons before a prompt appeared on the screen, marking the accomplishment of his hard work. As if he had finally achieved the thing he was after, his crazed smile faded as his hands came to rest.  He stared at the prompt for a full minute, as if imprinting the screen into his mind before the moment could slip away. Only after feeling satisfied did his right hand move, following the soft click of the mouse, a new prompt appeared. [You have successfully conquered the 30 targets and have reached the end of the story. Thank You for your hard work.] After a quick review, another soft click resounded throughout the room. A new prompt appeared. [Congratulations! Player, you have completed the Story Mode and have unlocked Special Mode. Would you like to Continue?  Reminder:  Selecting "No" will save the game and Player can continue from here later. Selecting "Cancel" will result in losing the Special Mode.] [Yes] [No] [Cancel] His twisted smile faded, replaced by a serious expression. His bloodshot eyes, heavy with exhaustion, remained fixed on the screen. After a while, his eyes shifted to the digital clock at the left corner of the table. { 2 : 50 } It was just ten minutes from 3 in the morning.  His eyes turned to the screen, then once again glanced back at the clock before shifting back. For a brief moment, he paused before he clicked [Yes] [This is a Focus-based Mode. Special Mode does not feature "Save" Mode. There are three checkpoints where the progression will be saved automatically. Exiting in the middle will result in loss of the progress and the access to Special Mode. Would you like to Continue?] [Yes] [No] He hesitated, knowing his condition. His eyes were already burning, and he didn't want to lose progress if he blacked out. After a moment's consideration, he clicked [No]. After a few i
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