Palace Intrigue?: I Make the Emperor Cry by Rewinding Time! - Chapter 146 - 126: Water Spilt Can Be Retrieved

Martial Soul, the essence of innate talent, encompasses the grade of countless stars, with one to three stars being Low Level, seven to Nine-star being Advanced, and a Ten-star Martial Soul as a Heavenly Gifted Spirit, known as Spirit Martial Soul, one in ten thousand!The world asks Luo Cheng: “How many stars is your Martial Soul? What grade?”Luo Cheng stares at the endless galaxy within his Martial Soul and mutters:“That's a lot of billions, it's hard to count!”

Aoki’s resolute face was indifferent. “If the sun doesn’t shine on me, please let me be surrounded by darkness!”
From a different perspective, look at the entire Pokemons world.

- Description from Uukanshu

Every alpha generation must have a Saint, an omega chosen by the Moon Goddess to carry the cub, the heir of the world. When the last saint vanished, the curse fell on me.I am not a saint. I am a fake saint, bound to a duty I never asked for, and forced to walk among alphas assigned to guide me, claim me, and guard me.Their eyes are all on me, each filled with desire, obsession, hunger… and each one willing to do whatever it takes to make me theirs. And among the circle of them, one shadow stands colder than the rest, the alpha whose hands destroyed my family, whose cruelty made me an orphan.The Moon Goddess demands obedience. But my body and heart burn with a dangerous defiance, and I will not bow to prophecy… not to them, not to fate.

The Aliens descended with hostility.In the face of the Alien invasion, humans were as weak as ants.So this was the apocalypse, the true apocalypse.But where there was invasion, there was resistance.For some people, this wasn't the end times, it was war.So this was war.The real war!