A Planet Colliding with Blue Star?

The Southern Astronomical Observatory.

As the most productive ground-based observatory on Blue Star, the Southern Astronomical Observatory had been built through the joint funding and efforts of sixteen nations.

It housed millimeter-wave radio telescopes, reflecting telescopes, new-technology optical telescopes, spectroscopic telescopes, and more, all dedicated to observing star clusters and quasars across the universe.

The first photograph of a Black Hole had been released by the Southern Astronomical Observatory, causing a sensation.

At the Southern Astronomical Observatory's Paranal branch, a white man fiddled with an instrument for a while, then smiled at the white woman beside him, who was looking at her phone. "Gri, how about dinner together after work?"

"Go by yourself, Eric. I'm staying late," Gri said, her eyes fixed on her phone.

What's the point of eating alone? Eric leaned over to look at her phone. "What are you watching?"

When he saw the video on her screen, he grew even more puzzled. "What kind of dance is that?"

"It's a dance for worshipping God," Gri said, correcting him. "An Egyptian YouTuber posted the video. Apparently, ancient Egyptians used this dance to communicate with God and convey their wishes. He said that if you dance with enough sincerity, you might reach the great Ra."

Since the mysterious incident in Milo City, interest in Egyptian mythology had surged online. Videos interpreting its myths had flooded YouTube, and the dance tutorials had drawn the most views.

Supposedly, performing these dances might let people reach Ra and show him the depth of their Faith.

"Might? What are the odds? Don't tell me they're the same as winning America's Powerball," Eric asked, his eyes wide.

The odds of winning America's Powerball were one in 7.5 billion. You could buy a ticket every day for ten thousand years and still never win.