They say every Destructonian is born for war.

  That might be true for most of us, but not for me.

  My name is Demo. Eighteen years old, a full-blooded Destructonian, and a recent graduate of the Destructo Military Academy. Like any other Destructonians, I have silver hair, golden eyes, and a body sculpted for combat. I can lift steel like paper, run faster than sound, regenerate from wounds that would kill a lesser being, and yes, I can fly. We all can. We’re walking, living weapons.

  And yet, I don’t like breaking things.

  I know, it's ironic coming from a citizen of the Liberal Republic of Destructo, a planet built on conquest, forged by the will of our supreme leader, the Great Dictator Zotrel.

  Zotrel gave us life as we know it. With his ability calles Blood Pact, he turned scattered races into one. One drop of his blood changes you to a full blooded Destructonian: Silver hair, Golden eyes, Powers most species only dream of, and eternal loyalty only to him and his descendants. No rebellions. No civil wars. Just order.

  His blood made us strong. But strength isn’t only measured by how many bones you can break. Sometimes, the sharper blade is the tongue. That’s something I’ve always believed, even if it puts me at odds with tradition.

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  Not because I’m soft, but because brutality is predictable. Influence is power you don’t need to flex.

  Still, no matter who you are or how you think, tradition doesn’t bend.

  Every new graduate must conquer a planet. Alone.

  It’s our trial by fire—a solo mission to bring a world under Destructonian rule. It doesn’t matter how we do it. We just have to win.

  I was assigned an F-Rank planet, where most of my peers would’ve seen it as a joke.

  But I saw an opportunity.

  What if, instead of leveling cities and forcing surrender, I offered them something better? Protection, Unity, and Strength. And probably, Hope.

  What if I could convince them to join us—willingly? I’m not na?ve! I know not everyone listens to reason. I’m prepared to fight if I have to. But if I can avoid turning their world to ash, I will. Because I believe power without purpose is just destruction.

  And we're supposed to be more than that.

  Now, here I stand with my skin-tight silver uniform together with my spider droid, RAZ-7, who’s clicking its legs beside me.

  “Raz,” I say, glancing at the portal before us, “you ready for an invasion?”

  The droid chirps once and spins its front limb. “Translation: You’re weird. But let’s do it.”

  I smile, stepping toward the swirling gateway.

  My orders are simple: conquer this planet. But how I do it? That’s up to me.

  And I intend to do it my way.