Rosie was a girl with pink hair and blue eyes. She was very beautiful, but also very poor. She lived in a small village called Demon's Fang. In this world, people could grow stronger by cultivating their energy. They went up through nine levels. But Rosie was stuck at the very bottom, called Starry Seed.
The nine levels were:
Starry Seed
Moonlit Disciple
Shadowblade Adept
Thunderborn Vanguard
Celestial Flame Warden
Mystic Veil Sovereign
Divine Aurora Herald
Voidlight Emperor
Eternal Star Master
At the Starry Seed level, Rosie was very weak. If a strong wind blew, she might fall over. Still, she dreamed of becoming the greatest—the Eternal Star Master—and eating tasty Heavenly Celestial Pie she had read about in a cultivation book.
One morning, Rosie tried to meditate like the book said: "Breathe in, breathe out, feel the energy." But instead of feeling powerful energy, she felt a mosquito bite her ankle and a bird land in her hair.
"Why do cultivation books not tell you about mosquitoes?" she asked herself.
Despite all this, she stayed hopeful.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise. A huge, scary chicken appeared near the village! It was a Spirit Chicken—much bigger and meaner than a normal chicken. The villagers panicked.
Rosie picked up her only weapon—a wooden spoon. She stood ready to fight.It had scratches, dents, and looked more like a cooking tool than a weapon. But in Rosie's hands, it was a symbol of hope.
The giant chicken flapped its wings and let out a scary squawk. Villagers whispered nervously, "She's going to be dinner."
Rosie held the spoon tightly and shouted, "I may be Starry Seed, but I'm not giving up! For fried chicken or nothing!"
She charged forward, dodging a swipe from the chicken's sharp talons. The wooden spoon cracked against a tough feather, but Rosie kept moving. She wasn't strong yet, but she was quick and smart. And most importantly, she was determined.
The chicken suddenly turned, chasing her around the village square. Rosie ducked and rolled through piles of dusty old crates, barely missing huge claws. She wished at that moment she had trained more, but her problem was simple: she hadn't eaten a proper meal in days, and her energy was low.
Just as the chicken brought down its wing for a final strike, Rosie had an idea. She ran toward a pile of rotten vegetables nearby and threw them at the chicken's eyes. The huge bird squawked in surprise and stumbled backward.
It was the opening Rosie needed. She jumped with all her might and knocked the spoon against a stone wall to sharpen one edge. Then she pointed it bravely at the chicken's leg and tapped it.
The chicken squawked again and, confused, flew away, flapping into the nearby woods.
Rosie collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. She didn't win, not really. But for the first time in her life, she hadn't been defeated completely. She took a shaky breath and smiled.
"Maybe I am a Starry Seed," she thought, "but even a seed can grow into a giant star."
As she looked at the glowing morning sun, Rosie vowed to keep going. With her wooden spoon in hand and big dreams in her heart, this was just the beginning of her journey from zero to cosmic hero.
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