Mundo da Verdadeira Origem

Covetous glanced back at the distant planet Ram one last time, feeling no trace of nostalgia. With a decisive leap, he entered the unknown.

The vortex of the wormhole was nothing like the frenzied chaos he had imagined; instead, it felt eerily still. For a brief moment, his body floated in a state of perfect weightlessness.

There was no sense of direction—only darkness stretched before his eyes—yet he could intuitively perceive up, down, left, and right with unerring clarity.

It was a sensation that transcended the laws of physics, marvelous and inexplicable.

Excitement and tension intermingled within him.

Wormholes—those enigmatic and unpredictable cosmic phenomena—had been the subject of countless simulations and deductions in his research.

But standing inside one for real, he found the silence and profundity exceeded anything his imagination had conjured.

Ten minutes passed. The vacuum was beginning to press against his lungs, a natural response to such extreme conditions.

He could turn back now, immortalized in scientific lore for this brief venture.

But deep within, Covetous felt an even stronger urge to explore.

With a sigh, he let his instincts take over, moving forward—falling toward an unknown coordinate.

He had no way of knowing what this step would bring.

It was his own choice: to shatter barriers, to cast off the oppression of class. From the moment he dove into the wormhole, his resolve was set.

For the sake of knowledge and truth, he was willing to take risks.

Though he felt