Chapter One: A Heroic Beginning

Amidst the vastness of the cosmos, a colossal starship glided smoothly, eventually coming to a halt near a certain planet.

The ship was shaped like a disc, with four massive energy cannons positioned at each cardinal point. Constructed from superalloy, the ship shimmered faintly under the starlight.

Suddenly, the cannon facing the planet began to gather energy. As the ship trembled slightly, an immense beam of light surged forth, carving a brilliant trail across the starry expanse before striking the planet with immense force.

This planet was called Morgas, inhabited by the Morgasians—beings who thrived on cruelty and combat. They worshipped darkness, relished the taste of blood, and roamed freely within this sector of space. Due to their nature, they were primarily engaged in acts of plunder and slaughter.

Hence, they were known as the “Stellar Bandits,” and their very presence sullied the planet with unspeakable evil.

“Hmph! This so-called New Cosmic Guard!”

On the planet’s surface, a Morgasian king clad in resplendent robes sneered disdainfully, picking at his teeth.

Morgasians bore human-like forms, but their heads were monstrous and bestial, with protruding fangs that gave them a savage, animalistic appearance. Their temperaments mirrored those of beasts—feral, quick to anger, bloodthirsty, and brutal. This race seemed to embody all the worst traits of the beastfolk.

They were a worthless breed, surviving only by pillaging.

Because they delighted in tearing their foes apart with their fangs, Morgasians often had bits of torn flesh lodged between their teeth—remnants of unknown origin. Perhaps they were fragments of travelers who passed through the planet, or even scraps from other Morgasians.

This habit gave rise to their peculiar custom of constantly picking their teeth after a kill—a truly bizarre ritual.

The Morgasian king was displeased. Recently, during one of their raids in the sector, his people had been wiped out by a group of blue-skinned beings. To his mind, these newcomers were simply meddlesome nuisances, calling themselves the “New Cosmic Guard,” and engaging in the very acts the Morgasians despised.

Their so-called mission was to protect peace in the universe.

How naïve and juvenile such words sounded—yet astonishingly, they had taken this as their solemn duty and earnestly pursued it.

But the great Morgasian king was not about to be intimidated by these tiresome pests.

This so-called New Cosmic Guard had been forced to retreat by their hands, and they had even captured one of these blue entities.

Of course, the Morgasians had paid a heavy price; at least a third of their warriors had fallen in battle.

But that was nothing. The Morgasians feared not death; in fact, death only fueled their frenzy. This stemmed from their brutal rites of passage. From childhood, a Morgasian endured relentless slaughter before they could reach adulthood. Once mature, they roamed the sector as marauders or invaders.

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