Here's **Part 2/2 of the Prologue**, continuing directly:
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# **Prologue: The Fist That Shook the Stars (Part 2/2)**
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When Lucian opened his eyes again, the cosmos had changed.
Gone were the shattered moons, the ruined gods.
Instead, he floated above a blue planet — young, vibrant, teeming with chaotic life.
Earth.
But not the Earth he remembered from fragmented legends.
This Earth pulsed with technology, with superpowered beings, with mysteries yet unresolved.
And hovering near its orbit, hidden from mortal eyes, he saw echoes of power: cosmic sentinels, gods, sorcerers.
**A world of battle, ambition, lust, betrayal — all compressed into one fragile sphere.**
Lucian smiled.
He flexed his fingers, feeling the strength within him — the **Nine Heavens Demon Core** still burning like a miniature star inside his soul. His martial arts — the **Heavenly Demon Fist**, the **Void Crushing Palm**, the **Soul Shattering Steps** — all intact, but muted, restrained by the new laws of this universe.
**Good.**
He didn't want an easy hunt.
He wanted a fight that would rattle his very spirit.
A new life awaited him here. A new identity, crafted by the relic's guidance.
His memories aligned with this world's history:
- Name: **Lucian Drake**.
- Status: Heir to **Drake Industries**, a massive conglomerate tied to cutting-edge technology and global influence.
- Ties: Childhood friend of a brilliant troublemaker named **Tony Stark**.
Lucian chuckled at the thought.
If his memories served, Tony Stark would grow up to be Iron Man — a genius, a womanizer, a hero.
And Lucian?
He would walk a different path. Neither hero nor villain.
**He would be a force.**
An unstoppable, beautiful disaster.
A Heavenly Demon, reborn in a world that thought it knew what 'power' meant.
For the first time in centuries, Lucian felt alive.
Above him, the stars whispered.
Below him, the world stirred — blissfully ignorant of the storm descending upon it.
And within him, the hunger for battle — and for pleasure — burned hotter than ever.
He set his course downward, toward the bustling cities of men, where fortunes were made and lives were broken.
Toward the scheming billionaires, the fledgling heroes, the arrogant villains.
Toward the women who would challenge him in ways no blade or fist ever could — **Natasha Romanoff, Helen Cho, Wanda Maximoff, Darcy Lewis**.
Each a beauty.
Each a battlefield.
Lucian licked his lips, anticipation dancing in his violet eyes.
**Let the new game begin.**
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**[End of Prologue]**
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# **Next Up: Chapter 1 - "The Heavenly Demon and the Relic of Worlds"**