🌌✨ The Nine Worlds of Starpoint –

🛕 The Nine Gods & The Legend God (Destiny)

Long ago, Nine Gods created Nine Worlds, each one ruled by a different god with its own creatures, climates, and magic.

Above them all stands the mysterious Legend God, also known as Destiny — the supreme being who writes the fate of every soul. Even the Nine Gods cannot challenge his will.

🌠 Star Points – The Source of Magic

Every child in the Nine Worlds is born with a Star Point — a glowing divine mark placed by their world's god. However, this mark cannot be activated immediately.

🔓 Star Point Activation Rule

A Star Point only awakens when the individual reaches:

Age: 16 years

Total Power: 1,800 Star Points

🧪 What does this mean?

At birth, the Star Point is locked.

Through hard work, training, missions, or life experiences, children earn Star Points little by little.

Only when they reach 1,800 total can they go through the Star Evaluation Ritual, unlocking their true magical potential.

The stronger their Star Point after awakening, the more powerful their skills, elements, and status rank become.

⚠️ Important: No Star Point \= No Magic

Without a Star Point, a person:

Cannot gain Star Points

Cannot evaluate magic

Cannot survive the Skill Development Trials

Is treated as a failure, cursed, or worthless

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 Without that star point a person can't survive

as it give them power to survive. Without it a person is nothing compared to others who have point, but one can earn points through donation

or if someone send it to him

🌑✨ "Starless: The Boy Who Wasn’t Chosen

In a world where every child is blessed with a glowing Star Point at birth — a magical mark that binds them to the energy of the stars — there was only one who wasn’t.

Ryan.

He was born in silence. No glow. No mark. Just cries.

While others trained in magic academies, casting light and fire from their palms, Ryan was labeled a mistake. A defect. A starless.

But what they didn’t see… was the fire inside him.

💥 He couldn’t survive the official Skill Development Path — a brutal trial where power is awakened through risk — because his life string was fragile. Without a Star Point, he'd die instantly. No second chance. No safety net.

So he did what no one expected:

He became a liar. A seducer. A survivor.

Ryan began dating girls, not for love, but for their Star Points. He’d gain their trust, then steal a sliver of their magic — just enough to stay alive a little longer.

Each smile he gave was fake.

Each “I love you” was a lifeline.

Each betrayal, a wound deeper than the last.

He hated it.

But what choice did he have?

Worse yet, his hatred for girls wasn’t born from power — it came from pain.

His own mother — the one person meant to protect him — betrayed his father for her own selfish desires. Since then, Ryan believed every sweet word was a lie, every smile a trap.

> 💬 “In a world where I was born with nothing… I’ll take whatever I need to live. Even if it makes me a villain in their eyes.” — Ryan

prolong: Uzatio – Where It All Began

The darkness twisted into chaos. The sky cracked apart, and thunder screamed like a curse of misfortune. A suffocating red smoke devoured the land, churning with malice as if the world itself were bleeding from its soul. The air stank of ruin and burning hatred.

That place—once sacred, now damned—was called Zeraxael, the Valley of Falling Gods. It had already crumbled to nothingness.

A monstrous shadow stood in its center. A demon cloaked in fire. And within the inferno… a boy.

His green eyes shimmered not with life, but with emptiness. Not a tear fell. Not a scream broke. Not a smile meant joy.

His body was bloodied and bruised—his soul far worse.

He raised his trembling hand to his face and exhaled quietly, as if sighing away the very idea of pain. His smirk wasn’t pride, nor defiance—it was resignation. A silent scream swallowed in a throat long gone dry.

His eyes—soulless, vast, hollow—held no light.

He closed them slowly and whispered:

"I have finished my work."

But as silence crawled, a voice shattered the stillness:

"Now...I am tired...."

His eyes opened, just a little. A soft golden glow bled through the darkness, dragging him back—to the past.

A memory.

A light.

A time before the blood, before the betrayal, before the curse.

Where everyone called me a hero...and the story was writing for me

But I refused that story. Because…

Because it was never meant to be mine Or don't want it to be mine but ..... for you

And through the flicker of that light, I saw it again: A window open to the morning sun. Birds chirping in the distance. A sweet breeze brushing against my skin.

Yes… it started there.

In a place called Uzatio.

UZATIO......... I miss it

Golden eyes, warmer than the sun. A sweet smile always on his face. Even while blood dripped from his lips, he still smiled.

I was too stunned to move.

My mother called my name, but I couldn’t answer. I just stared—at him like a lifeless log

The boy outside the window.

He didn’t speak. Neither did I. We didn’t even know each other’s names Cause he Never know he was being watch.

But something in my heart whispered:

I owe him something.

And I didn’t know why........W.H.Y

I didn’t know his story. I didn’t know his pain. But

I feel we have deep connection. I saw everything

When he got beaten and dragged to Apologize when he did nothing. He suffered when he did nothing and even when he tried to help still he was the one to suffer. Only thing I know was he was call CURSED CHILD OR STARLESS BOY

I could see the pain whenever someone called him by that name. He was same age as me only three. About Star points I have Crimson star points.I don't know what is the special about that start point but my granny beam with pride an, call me Lucky ,if it was lucky then why can't I stand for him. But something was holding me back to go near him . It says I would be ruin again

Again!

The sky was .clear.

Too clear.

Like the world didn’t know what was about to happen.

Golden eyes boy was walking home from the wood, carrying hope to impress everyone and get along

when he saw other he ran to them and request them

"Can I play with you" with

"Ewwww who would play with you" said one boy while stepping back in disgust

"who would play with cursed child" one boy added who was holding ball

The golden boy said in a low crack voice I have a name Ryan Aziel can you call me with it instead? as he lower his head

Tanek.

The grandson of the elder woman.

The one who always glared at Ryan with a twisted smile.

His face sweet in front of adults.

But when no one watched—he changed.

He stepped in front of him, arms crossed.

he froze.

“Who give a name to a cursed child huh?” he said with a sneer.

“Do you think being called by your name would makes you less cursed?”

he didn’t reply.

he never did.

he just tried to walk around him.

But he stuck his foot out.

he tripped.

Fell hard.

Tanek threw a bowl of water on him, the bowl shattered. Water splashed onto my clothes.

He laughed.

And then—

CRACK.

Something slammed into my forehead.

A sharp, burning pain.

Hot liquid trickled down my face.

My vision blurred.

he touched my head.

Blood.

He’d thrown a stone.

he staggered, trying to keep balance,

but the world tilted.

And then—

he screamed.

“Help! He tried to hit me! He threw a rock at me!”

His fake cry echoed louder than my pain.

People came running.

Faces twisted in horror—but not at him.

At me.

The cursed one.

The liar.

The one they never listened to.

One of the women pointed.

“That’s elder Siana’s grandson! And you dare raise your hand against him?!”

“I… didn’t…” I whispered.

But my words were drowned.

Like they didn’t even exist.

They grabbed me.

Dragged me again.

Through the dirt.

Through the shame.

Blood kept pouring.

I couldn’t see clearly.

My head pulsed like thunder.

But the real pain wasn’t that.

The real pain was hearing them say:

“We should’ve gotten rid of you sooner.”

And in the crowd,

once again—

He was there.

The boy from the window.

watching.

His green eyes locked with him.

Ryan tears rolling down , wish there was someone who would stand for me and speak for me

“HE DIDN’T DO Anything

silence

Siana.

The village elder.

Respected. Feared.

Even the other adults bowed when she passed.

She stood above him, leaning on her carved wooden cane.

Her eyes didn’t look like a grandmother’s.

They were full of cold fire.

She looked down at him like I was rot on her floor.

“So,” she said, her voice slow and sharp,

“You dare raise your hand against my blood?”

he opened my mouth.

“No, I—”

CRACK.

The cane struck my back.

I gasped.

Choked on pain.

Another strike.

Across my shoulder.

Crack.

Then my ribs.

I curled into myself.

Trying to protect my face.

My head throbbed.

My breath hitched.

But she didn’t stop.

CRACK.

The cane whipped across my legs, my side, my arm.

She didn’t strike like a weak old woman.

She struck like someone who’d been waiting.

As if this beating was something personal.

“You cursed filth,” she hissed.

“Your whole family hate you because they knew what you were. A black mark. A plague.”

The crowd didn’t move.

A few children looked away.

Some smiled.

One woman covered her daughter’s eyes.

But no one stopped her.

No one.

My body trembled.

he couldn’t breathe.

My hand clutched the dirt.

It was warm with my blood.

he didn’t cry.

he didn’t beg.

he just… wished someone would pull me away.

Hold me.

Call my name.

But only she called it.

"RYAN!"

Another blow.

"LOOK AT ME!"

I didn’t.

So she struck my head.

And everything turned red.

But before I passed out—

I heard it.

A sound of blast.

Raging.

BOOM

A sound like a thunderclap followed.

The cane clattered to the ground.

and everything strat to burn in fire

And through my fading vision,

I saw someone standing behind the tree smirk with devilish look— he was

Not an adult.

A boy.

I DON'T ACTUALLY KNOW WAS that a DREAM OR REALLY HAPPENING ?

and everything went blank