I’m sure you have heard of the classical hero trope, right? The hero saves the day, and always defeats the villain in the story. I’ll tell you one thing right now: if that’s the kind of story you like, then this is not for you. Are you still here? Good. Now, before I begin, let me tell you a few things about me. This is my story.
My name is Ruina. I am around 20 years old, at least in Earthen years. I came from a different galaxy, which has not yet been named, seeing as I am the only one to know that there are other galaxies. I was a scientist. Yes, was. Before I came to Earth, I was researching a project in my own free time. I wanted to know if it was possible to find other galaxies, and possibly communicate or travel to them. I didn’t let anyone know about it because I wasn’t sure if it would even work, or if anyone else was out there. Very soon after I made a breakthrough, my world fell into an apocalypse. A few people wanted control, so they ruined my perfect world for their selfish desires. Scientists were being slaughtered left and right. I had to escape. I didn’t have any time to help anyone else. I just left. As I was traveling, I blacked out. When I awoke, I saw tall buildings and green scenery. In my mind, I swore to myself that I would not let anything happen to this place, and I would not let anyone stand in my way. I knew that to protect this galaxy, I needed to rule it before anyone else could. And so my story begins
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