Zeek Mora, a twenty-year-old Viltrumite, had finally made it off his home planet, Viltrum. 

The group of strongest Viltrumites had decided to purge the weaker link of the race, killing millions. Of those countless deaths were his parents, two of the most powerful. But they taught Zeek to be merciful and care for the weaker races. 

Their kindness marked them as a cancer, and they were killed for it. Luckily, they had caught wind of this uprising beforehand and could send Zeek off the planet in a barely functional spaceship they had been hiding. He traveled the vast void of space for months, searching for a place to start over. 

    Zeek nervously gripped the controls of the broken vessel, desperation driving him to take the risk of navigating through unknown space. 

Months of roaming had taken its toll; the ship's deterioration was all too noticeable. Suddenly, alarms blared throughout the craft, and Zeek's spirit plummeted as he realized he had flown too close to a black hole. 

"Fuck!"

He frantically attempted to steer away, but the gravitational pull was too strong. He felt himself being dragged further and further into the void, the space around him stretching and warping until he felt himself slipping slowly into unconsciousness.

The next thing he knew, he was waking up in a strange place. He found himself in a beautiful palace surrounded by the nobles of the Estarian Kingdom. 

The people were all dressed in gorgeous robes, and in their midst stood a beautiful princess, her eyes locked on Zeek. 

"Welcome to the Kingdom of Estaria," she began, her voice rising in intensity.

    Princess Angela was a sight to behold; a vision of ethereal beauty with a complexion of pure porcelain, her brunette hair cascading down her back like a gentle waterfall. 

Her voice was like a songbird's trill, captivating and delicate. She spoke with a regal yet inviting tone, her words ringing out with an air of mystery and promise. 

"I, Princess Angela, am the one who summoned you here. Undoubtedly, you have questions for me, but kindly hear me out before asking anything."

 Her gaze was intense, her words charged with emotion. It was as if she were daring him to challenge her, her presence filled with a powerful energy.

     Zeek was confident he could easily overpower everyone in the room. But, he felt it prudent to wait and listen to the requests of this lesser species. It was in his nature to nurture the weak, which is why the other viltrumites hunted him. 

Maybe he could conquer this planet and call it his new home. His body hummed with emotions – a potent blend of adrenaline, curiosity, and excitement – as he steeled himself to destroy whatever was to come. 

His voice was thick with anticipation as he spoke, radiating a confidence that belied his situation. He was ready for whatever might come.

"Go on, what is it you need of me?"

" We ask that you represent us as our champion against the other kingdoms in the annual tournament of supremacy."

    The princess spoke with a commanding and resolute voice, her tone reverberating with a sense of strength and duty. Her words, though gentle, held an undeniable weight of authority as she informed Zeek that her Kingdom had summoned him to aid them in their tournament of supremacy. 

Zeek was initially hesitant, skeptical of an inferior species' sudden call to action. However, the princess's conviction was so firm that he could not help but be moved. She reminded him of the female Viltrumite warriors; he knew this would be the perfect world to start a new life.

Zeek nodded in acceptance. 

"Thank you for accepting our request! Now, follow me to your assigned room. There, I will explain everything in more detail."

"Lead the way."

    Zeek glided a few inches off the ground, trailing behind Princess Angela as they made their way to his new abode. The nobles that surrounded them gasped in awe and admiration. Their mouths left agape as they beheld his mysterious power of flight. 

Angela smiled, a sense of pride radiating as she realized she had successfully summoned such a magical being. The crowd could feel the electricity in the air, a sense of mysticism and magic that left them in a trance. 

They were captivated by the radiant energy of the situation and the sheer power of the majestic creature that stood before them. Angela gazed upon Zeek, her admiration for him evident in her eyes. She felt privileged to have such a powerful being in her presence.

Zeek murmured to himself, "Such simple beings."

....

Zeek and Angela strolled through the grand palace, its majestic walls and intricate carvings shining in the sunlight. As they traversed the hallways, Zeek remarked, "What a marvel this palace is. I'm sure even the architects of Viltrum would appreciate the craftsmanship."  

 "Oh, thank you!" Angela replied, her face beaming with pride. "Is Viltrum your home?" 

At her question, Zeek felt the familiar pang of grief in his chest. He remembered the destruction he had seen before escaping Viltrum. He could not find the words to respond, for Viltrum was no longer his home. 

A look of understanding crossed Angela's face. She gently squeezed his arm before saying, "If it's a complicated subject, please don't force yourself.

Zeek followed Angela down the grand hallway, his eyes widening in awe at the magnificent palace. The air was heavy with the scent of old stone and rich tapestries. 

They eventually arrived at the beautiful room he would be staying in. The walls were adorned with colorful mosaics, and the furniture was gilded in gold. Angela guided him to a small table and sat adjacent to him. 

"Let's get down to it," she said. "This world is filled with mana, the lifeblood of magic. It allows those with the power to use it to bend the world to their will. Only a small population of the world can actually wield it properly, and they are called mages. 

However, some can still tap into the ambient mana to enhance their strength and fighting capabilities, which are called knights. You're probably wondering why we even need you if we already have powerful warriors we could call upon." 

Angela paused, her face darkening. "Wars have plagued this world for hundreds of years, mostly fighting over resources, but some kingdoms simply wish to flaunt their magical power. 

Thousands of innocent lives have been lost, most of whom were commoners, and without them, the foundational elements that kept everything running began to collapse. So, the ancestors of all the great kingdoms and empires devised a way to settle disputes. Every 50 years, each Kingdom summons a hero to fight in a tournament for them. The victors gain the resources or lands of the defeated country and influence." She looked down in defeat. "Our Kingdom has lost the last two tournaments and has faced many hardships. Once you leave the castle walls, you can see how much the other kingdoms have taken from us."

"Let me stop you right there," Zeek said with a menacing grin, "So you're saying you summoned me to battle for you in this tournament? And I'd be fighting against other powerful heroes. What do the heroes get besides fame and glory?" Being a Viltrumite, Zeek did not shy away from a good fight. In fact, he was regarded as the strongest of his generation and easily defeated those who challenged him, but he wasn't as ruthless as his kin, making him a target during the purge.

"Some are rewarded riches and live as nobles after, but most perish in the tournament," Angelas replied solemnly. "If you wish, we also can try to send you back as a reward. Did you have something specific in mind you wanted?" 

    Zeek pondered the question, eyes scanning Angela's form as he considered her answer. He wanted a fresh start, to conquer and rule a planet with a peaceful heart instead of being a tyrant like the other Viltrumites, and he could sense a hint of power about her. 

He asked her, his voice challenging, "Are you capable of using Mana?" 

Angela replied, her voice ringing confidently, "Yes, my genetics for mana are potent. I am the one that summoned you here, after all."

 Zeek smiled, a mischievous curve of his lips that made her breath catch in her throat. He decided, and it wasn't what she expected. "I want you as my reward, Angela," he declared, the words sending a shiver down her spine. 

Never had she heard of a hero asking for a princess as a reward, and his sudden request left her reeling with a flurry of emotions. Was he playing with her, or had he fallen in love at first sight? However, Zeek had no such romantic thoughts; he wanted nothing more than to possess her body and use her political influence in his plan to conquer this Kingdom and, eventually, the world.

Angela sprang from her seat, her face still burning from Zeek's response. She stuttered, "I-I-I'll have to discuss this with my father first, so please don't get your hopes up." Taking a few steps back, she kept her gaze glued to the ground as she muttered, "If you don't have any other questions, I'll be going. A maid will come to fetch you for dinner in a few hours," and quickly scuttled out of the room. 

    Zeek watched the flurry of activity with amusement, his mind comparing her to a startled rabbit. His lips curved upwards, and the corners of his eyes crinkled as he couldn't help but smile at the sight. 

The door clicked shut behind Angela, and he moved to his bed, flopping down with a loud sigh. His mind began to wander to his deceased family and ruined home world, a dull ache settling in his chest. 

"Fuck this, I need to stretch my legs. I was in that ship for months. I don't think they'll mind if I look around," Zeek muttered, groaning himself off the bed. 

He unlatched the window with a satisfying click, pushing it open with a gentle creak. He stepped out, feeling the cool air rush over his skin and the sun shining on his face. He had been cooped up too long, and the freedom of the sky called to him. He leapt, soaring up and away, letting the wind carry him as he explored the world beyond his bedroom walls.

    Zeek soared high, his eyes widening in admiration of the gorgeous palace, its walls encasing majestic structures of exquisite architecture. But as his gaze shifted past the wall, he cringed. The vast landscape was littered with dilapidated buildings and desolate land. 

The princess had mentioned their Kingdom's struggles, but he hadn't expected to witness such a devastating contrast. Though Zeek felt no sorrow, he couldn't help but pity these unfortunate creatures. 

"Let's see what the problem is."

Descending to one of the farms outside the walls, Zeek spotted a farmer standing outside his home. The man's eyes widened in awe at the sight of Zeek floating gracefully as if an angel or a god had descended from the heavens. 

"Good afternoon," spoke Zeek in a pleasant tone. "My name is Zeek Mora. I am the hero your princess summoned. If you don't mind, can you tell me why the land is so barren?" 

The farmer adjusted the straw hat on his head before pointing to the nearby cattle sheds and abundant water. "The land has been cursed. No matter how hard we work, we can't seem to make it thrive." 

Zeek pinched the arch of his nose in frustration, his gaze trailing the farmer's emaciated figure and the desolate state of his land. There was no way this man had the knowledge to irrigate and compost this field correctly. 

'Even children on Viltrum knew more than this fool.'

Zeek sighed heavily and explained to the farmer the steps needed to revive the land. His eyes widened with amazement as he drank Zeek's advice, eagerly repeating the words in his head.

 "Now, tell the other villagers around here to do the same," Zeek finished, "It won't transform the land overnight, but you should start to see results within a couple of months." 

The farmer nodded in agreement but hesitated. "Is there any way you could ask the princess to lend us a hand? While I'm sure your advice would help us, finishing the work would take months in our current state."

 Zeek nodded in understanding. "Fine, I'll do it myself. I wanted to move my body around anyway." Zeek quickly rose into the air, his body hovering a few feet above the ground.

 He then slammed his fist into the ground, sending a wave of shock across the farm. He glided along the earth's surface as he dug the irrigation system. His movements were swift, and he seemed to move effortlessly through the digging process as if he had done this many times before. 

The sun shone down as Zeek worked, sweat dripping from his brow. He worked diligently, paying attention to the details of the process. Stopping occasionally to check his progress and adjust accordingly. He worked with a purpose and an intensity that was impressive to watch. 

Before he knew it, a crowd of farmers and commoners had collected, and the irrigation system was complete. Zeek had accomplished the task in record time. 

The crowd was in awe of his speed and efficiency, and they all thanked him for his hard work.

Zeek said goodbye to the farmer, feeling a wave of satisfied accomplishment wash over him. The Dogma his parents had instilled in him was followed proudly.  

 He levitated, then flew back to his room in the palace, entering through his bedroom window. Seconds later, there was a knock at the door. Zeek smiled. He had made it just in time.

"Come in!" he demanded, his deep voice reverberating off the walls. The door glided open, and a beautiful black-haired maid entered, her modest uniform hugging her perfectly proportioned curves. 

Zeek was taken aback, mesmerized by her beauty. Her sea-green eyes sparkled with a mysteriousness that captivated him, and her gentle curves were accentuated by how her uniform fit her. There was something about the women in this world that was different, something about how they moved and spoke that made them alluringly exotic.

"Hello, Master Mora, my name is Lydia. I am your assigned personal Maid," she spoke in a soft, melodic voice. 

Lydia paused at the sight of Zeek and his dirt-covered clothes, her eyes widening in surprise. "You can't go to dinner like this, Master. Please follow me to your washroom. 

I will help you bathe and prepare a new set of clothes." Zeek felt an exhilarating thrill rush through his veins.

He grinned, "Sweet." He followed Lydia out of his room with a swagger in his step.