In this empire where everything is defined by the power of the stars, I am known as the "abandoned son of destiny" - on the day of my birth, the twelve star orbits went against each other at the same time, and the court astrologer predicted that I would bring about the collapse of the empire. They are right, but not entirely.
I do bring about collapse, but not in the way they imagine.
The day the cold mechanical sound rang in my head, I was wiping the last relic left by my father—a pocket watch engraved with a reversed star chart. After ten years of disguise, I finally waited for the power that can rewrite the rules of the stars. The empire uses constellations to divide classes and star power to determine strength, but my system can reconstruct all these laws.
But danger is never far away. My most trusted servant sneaked into my secret room late at night, his eyes sparkling with wisdom that did not belong to a slave. "Master, you hide it so well." He smiled, the dagger in his hand reflecting the rebellious stars, "But you don't know that I was also present in that 'accident' ten years ago."
At the same time, the "Star Core Furnace" in the imperial capital began to lose control for no reason. Those star constructs that were supposed to be eternally loyal turned their scarlet magic energy cores under the night and raised their sharp blades towards their masters. Someone has secretly rewritten their loyalty agreement, and all clues point to the truth that was covered up ten years ago.
