Xiao Zhi is Dead, I No Longer Care to Distinguish Right from Wrong

The Sun, the central celestial body of the Solar System, accounted for 99.86% of the Solar System's total mass.

That was right. The other eight planets, along with asteroids, meteors, comets, dwarf planets, and every other celestial body, amounted to no more than a fraction of the Sun's mass!

Even Jupiter, the largest by volume, was only one-thousandth the size of the Sun, and its mass was even less worth mentioning. Before this star, every nearby celestial body seemed minuscule—no more than dust.

The Solar System

was no coincidence.

What allowed so many planets to revolve around it was its absolute mass!

"The planet we live on is only one two-hundred-thousandth the size of the Sun."

And that was after it had expanded. Standing outside this magnificent celestial body, Yu stroked his chin.

The "Solar System diagrams" in textbooks had needed to draw all eight planets, so the planetary proportions could not exactly be called illustrative—they were better described as completely unrelated to reality.

Only by leaving the planet and stepping into space could one see it directly: several tiny "dots" orbiting an enormous sphere of light.

That was right. Before the Sun, the blue-and-white planet was merely an insignificant "dot."

That was the cold, scorching, tranquil reality.

"The Sun is the 'protagonist' of the universe."

In every star system, most of the mass was concentrated in the "star."

The planets orbiting the star possessed only "scattered" scraps of mass, so small they were not worth mentioning.

If the Sun had consciousness, it would not care in the slightest about the "little things" orbiting it, just as true gods regarded humanity.

"Viewed up close, 'magnificent' really is the only word for it—"

His younger sister, floating beside him, nodded.

Both their figures were constantly warping and distorting.

It was not