On the Eight Extremes Star, I awakened the twelve talismans.

A few minutes later, with the convergence of various elemental energies, a huge blue-white star was born.

After doing all this, Ye Han created a special space inside the star.

An isolated paradise, an independent dimension unaffected by the high temperatures.

From the outside, you can't see anything, but from the inside, it's a vast land with lush grasslands, clear rivers, rolling hills, and dense forests.

"This place is spring-like all year round, and resources are abundant, more than enough for a civilization to continue." Ye Han led the little girl into this space, introducing the area as they walked, his tone unhurried and measured.

The little girl peeked out from Ye Han's arms, looking at the land that had appeared out of nowhere, her eyes filled with shock and joy.

Ye Han then thought of other things.

Fearing she couldn't live alone, he used the monkey talisman to create several more mechanical creations.

They are all experts in science and technology, well-rounded and proficient in everything.

It greatly helps the development of civilization. With these creations as companions, the little girl can live a good life inside.

Apart from these, this space is absolutely safe.

With a diameter of billions of kilometers, the star's surface temperature is high enough to keep out intruders, making it safe.

"Little sister, I will pass on a technique to you. With this technique, you can freely enter and leave this star without being harmed by the high temperature."

Ye Han transmitted a memory into her mind using the Sheep Talisman.

"Alright, I've done what I needed to do. The resources here are renewable and almost limitless. You should also be careful to develop the tribe properly and not expand the population indefinitely."

He had a reason for saying that.

The Tonati people of the past are a good example.

That once-thriving civilization, by recklessly consuming stellar resources and expanding its population, ultimately exhausted the very foundation upon which it depended for survival.

He fell from the pinnacle of glory to the depths of despair, only to meet a tragic end because of his own actions.

He didn't want this little girl, nor the civilization she was meant to continue, to follow that same old path.

"No matter how many resources you have, if they are used haphazardly, they will eventually run out. I'm leaving."

Ye Han sensed through his other clones that the extraterrestrial demons on the Caesar Battlefield had been completely wiped out.

The last extraterrestrial demon frantically fled among the ruins and wreckage, trying to escape back into the now-vanished rift, only to be pierced through from behind by a precise laser beam.

Black Blood exploded into a silent flower in the void, its entire body, along with its core, being evaporated completely by the high-temperature beam of light.

The battle has finally come to an end.

Caesar led the group, gazing at the numerous Ye Han figures and various strange creations in the void.

He personally gave the highest military salute of the Great Luo Luo tribe: "Thank you all for your help. If you hadn't arrived in time, this defensive line would have collapsed long ago on our own. The Great Luo Luo tribe will always remember this kindness."

His words were filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

One of them, Ye Han, stepped forward and said frankly, "If you really want to thank me, then end the invasion of the G903 star system immediately."

As soon as he finished speaking, Caesar's expression froze for a moment.

The four tribal leaders looked at each other, none of them expecting the other side to make such a request.

However, without waiting for Caesar's reply, or for him to make any promises or explanations.

All the clones and creations transformed into countless points of light at the same moment, dissipating into the void like rivers flowing into the sea.

...

Inside the star.

Ye Han collected all his clones and creations, preparing to leave this timeline.

"Wait a moment!"

The little girl shouted, "Big brother, thank you! May I ask your name? I...I want to remember you."

Just when they were in despair, a ray of light suddenly appeared.

Anyone would have this thought: for the little girl, this older brother gave her the resources and hope to survive.

If I don't even know your name, I won't be able to repay your kindness in the future.

Ye Han looked at her for a moment, then smiled knowingly: "My name is Ye Han."

Goodbye, maybe we'll meet again someday. Live on strongly.

A gentle breeze swept by.

The little girl blinked instinctively.

Just this once.

When she opened her eyes again, there was no one in front of her.

A gust of wind swept up a few leaves, swirling them around her feet before they slowly dispersed.

"Ye Han... Ye Han..." She repeated the name over and over, her voice so soft that only she could hear it.

Several robots nearby asked in gentle voices, "Little master, what's your name? From now on, we'll be your robots."

"My name is Zolinara."

The robot neatly entered the name into the identity information field.

Long, long in the future, the person who possesses this name will become the Queen of Titan, who reigns supreme for tens of thousands of years, and her power will become one of the top forces in the Chaotic Star Sea.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the timeline, Ye Han was traveling through the river of time, completely unaware of all this.

He had no idea that the little girl he casually saved was the future Titan Queen who would both give him a headache and make his heart flutter.

I just felt sorry for that child, so I wanted to help him if I could.

His parents are gone, his home is destroyed; anyone would feel compassion upon seeing this, let alone someone who has the ability to help.

For him, making a star is just a piece of cake.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Dark Night Star.

The capital of the Shadow Clan is a forbidden land in the Chaotic Star Sea, a place that makes countless powerful beings hesitate to venture.

Here, the sky and earth are all one color.

The sky was black, and the earth was also an unfathomable black.

Only the earth's surface emitted a dim purple light, like countless eyes that the earth had opened.

The entire planet was shrouded in a thick layer of shadow energy. From space, it looked less like a planet and more like a black sphere slowly rotating in the darkness.

A spaceship is coming from space.

Its goal is very clear: to fly directly to the capital.

The spaceship slowly descended and landed towards the capital of Dark Night Star.

Suddenly, the darkness began to move.

Several enormous shadows rose simultaneously from the darkness and quickly coalesced into shape.

Their bodies were so enormous that the spaceship looked like a flying insect that had strayed into the nest of giant beasts in front of them.

The dragon-shaped shadow opened its mouth and let out a warning hiss.

Any unauthorized intruder will be torn to shreds in an instant.

Without slowing down, a dense cloud of shadow power suddenly erupted from the bow, spreading outwards in all directions from the ship's center.

As the wave swept across the bodies of the several giant shadow figures, they retreated one after another, all merging back into the darkness and disappearing without a trace.

With the passageway clear and unobstructed, the spaceship continued its descent, passing through the blockade and landing on the open ground outside the main palace of the royal capital.

This main hall is more magnificent than any of the surrounding buildings, with its dome soaring into the clouds and two rows of huge statues standing in front of it.

The sculpture depicts the greatest warrior and king in the history of the Shadow Clan.

The darkness blurred their faces, but their outlines and majestic postures could still be vaguely discerned.

The hatch opened, and three figures filed out.

Red-Eyes walked at the front, followed by Oak and Gundam.