[Warning! Please reset the flight path]
[Warning! Please reset the flight path]
The lifeless automated voice echoed through the wrecked ship, inside the cockpit devoid of any sign of life… except for a pale-faced young man who was struggling against a deadly virus designed by his own kind to wipe out his own race.
With no one left to guide the ship, it slowly began to drift off course. This was no ordinary situation, because the ship was still moving at the fastest speed known in the universe: the speed of light.
In the ship's compartments, the slaves sat on the ground, their heads buried between their knees. Despite the constant trembling of the vessel, which threatened to fall apart at any moment, not a single one of them dared to stand up and find out what was happening.
This state did not last forever. After some time, the ship finally stopped shaking.
[Manual override activated… switching to automatic mode]
[Exiting hyperspeed mode]
[Warning! Hull damage has reached 57%. Searching for the nearest planet for landing…]
[Error! No location data available for this sector]
The emotionless mechanical voice continued to echo throughout the ship. Fortunately, the ships of the Viltrumite Empire were equipped with safety mechanisms for such situations.
The ship's AI overrode manual control and took over in order to exit lightspeed.
However, the damage to the vessel had already exceeded fifty percent.
In such a condition, the system was designed to force the ship to land on a nearby planet. But it seemed that even within the vast database of the Viltrumite Empire, whose history spanned tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of years, this region of space did not exist.
In other words, this part of the universe had never been explored by the Viltrumites.
The ship drifted through the cold, dark void, heading toward a blue planet that appeared habitable. But unexpectedly, its path was intercepted by the only celestial body orbiting that planet.
A massive moon with a strange gravitational pull dragged the ship toward it.
Boom!
The massive vessel crashed onto the moon's surface, which appeared devoid of life on the outside… but the same could not be said for its interior.
The ship skidded across the moon, carving a massive trench before finally coming to a halt. Fortunately, the impact was not violent enough to cause an explosion, but the front section was crushed. Being the closest to the front, Drov was thrown out of the ship.
His ejection caused him to slam violently across the moon's surface. Due to the moon's weak gravity, he was launched into outer space, until Earth's gravity pulled him in, dragging him into the atmosphere.
And so, for the first time since its creation, Earth welcomed a member of a savage race… a powerful race… a merciless race… a race whose ultimate goal was conquest. This race was known as the Viltrumites.
As for the visitor, it was Drov Zeliotsi, who had only recently turned eighteen and had successfully survived what was known as the coming-of-age ceremony.
While our young friend was getting acquainted with the ninja world below, the crash on the moon did not go unnoticed. It was observed by the inhabitants of this massive celestial body who lived deep beneath its surface.
An old man with white hair,whether it was natural or the result of age was unclear,stared with his strange eyes, pale white with a pearlescent hue, lacking any visible pupil or iris, at a man kneeling on one knee before him, who possessed the same eyes.
The old man adjusted his posture on a throne-like chair, though he himself was no king.
He opened his mouth and asked calmly:
"What is it?"
The kneeling man raised his head respectfully and said:
"Your Majesty, moments ago, an unusual object was detected landing on the surface of the moon."
The old man frowned and replied with mild annoyance:
"You disturbed me for this? It is just another meteor."
Unbothered by the reprimand, or perhaps used to it, the man responded calmly:
"No, Your Majesty. The object that struck the moon is not a meteor… it is something strange…" He paused mid-sentence, a look of confusion appearing on his face as he struggled to find the right words to describe what he had seen through his Byakugan.
"A strange object…" The old man raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.
The man, a member of the branch family, strained his mind to find a proper description, but soon gave up and said:
"Your Majesty… forgive me, but it would be best if you saw it yourself."
At the same time, inside the wrecked ship…
The purple-skinned slaves,resembling a certain villain from a certain universe, remained in the same position, their heads buried between their knees like ostriches hiding in the sand.
The alarm sounds continued to echo throughout every corner of the ship, shattering the deadly silence.
Suddenly, one of the slaves raised his head, braced himself against the wall, and stood up.
"You idiot! What are you doing? Sit down! Do you want to die?"
His voice alerted the others, who also dared to lift their heads.
"Something is wrong."
The slave who stood first ignored their warnings and began walking toward the cockpit through the ship's dark corridor. The only source of light was the flashing red alarm that blinked with each step he took.
He suddenly stopped in front of an open room. When the alarm light flashed, he saw what was inside and immediately stumbled backward in terror, falling onto his rear.
He crawled back, then adjusted himself to kneel on both knees, raising his arms into the air.
"Damn it! I'm dead…" the purple slave thought in fear and regret for not listening to his companions. He had seen how these tyrants slaughtered his kind for the smallest reasons.
After remaining frozen in place for a few seconds, the expected feeling of death never came. Then again, how could he even know what death felt like?
For a moment, he thought he had already died without realizing it, but the blaring alarms quickly shattered that illusion.
Slowly, he raised his head and glanced again toward the open room, then leaned forward to see more clearly.
This time, the scene became clearer. Leaning against the wall, his head slightly tilted to the side, was a figure staring blankly ahead with wide-open blue eyes, completely devoid of life.
Two dried trails of blood ran from his eye sockets, and his chin was stained with coagulated blood.
The purple slave could not believe what he was seeing.
"He… he's… dead?!"
For a moment, his mind failed to process it. Who could blame him? The tyrant he feared lay lifeless before him, killed by an unknown cause. He didn't know how to react.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, he felt a gust of wind brush against his face. With a terrified expression, he tore his gaze away from the Viltrumite's corpse and raised his head instinctively...
to see the thing… or rather, the person… that had just appeared.