The Only Child of the Dark Tyrant [Interstellar]
Feng Xiao Sheng Zui
The five-year-old angel cub Chu Zao grew up alone. With his unique halo, jet-black hair, and the ability to transform into a fluffy white ball-like creature in times of crisis, he was ostracized as an outlier within his clan, living in solitude for years. One day, a system transported him to a polluted interstellar world. Weak and only able to assume his small white ball form, Chu Zao opened his eyes to see a much larger, identical white ball looming before him. This towering white ball, standing amid ruins and shrouded in dark energy, looked majestic and intimidating—like a legendary dragon. The system told him this was his father. His task was to prevent his father from succumbing to darkness and collapse. In return, he would become the happiest little angel. Skeptical yet curious, little Chu Zao shrank into his tiny white ball form, inched toward the giant white ball’s feet, and shyly swayed his golden halo. "...Dada?" The colossal white ball, teetering on the edge of destruction, froze. Disbelieving, he glanced down and spotted the tiny white ball no bigger than his claw. Amos, whose race hadn’t welcomed a newborn in centuries, was stunned. A… *cub*? Huh?! *** The Crown Clan, a mythic interstellar race, possessed innate formidable psychic power, manifesting as black halo-like crowns. With angelic wings in legends and draconic majesty in their true forms, they were undisputed rulers of myth. As the royal family of the Saint Cassius Empire, the Crown Clan couldn’t escape their doomed fate. Their ancestral homeland was tainted by corruption, their psychic crowns shattered, and their entire race marched toward extinction—no newborns for centuries. Amos DeWitt, the reigning monarch of Saint Cassius and the Dark Tyrant who expanded its dominion, was the last and mightiest of the Crown Clan. He had resigned himself to being the final generation. Until, amid a psychic frenzy in the wasteland, he found a golden-crowned white ball cub that looked just like him. For this indomitable mythic race, which had long forgotten the instinct to protect their young, warmth and vulnerability returned after centuries. And with them, salvation. #DidTheLittlePrinceDrinkHisMilkToday? #AnotherDayOfFightingForMyCub’sAffection