📖 Chapter 1:
"The world doesn't care what you could've been. It only respects what the System says you are."
That's the first thing everyone learns when they turn sixteen.
In Aerthos, power isn't earned. It's assigned.
When the Global Talent System awakens inside you, it scans your bloodline, soul pattern, mental resistance, and combat instinct. Then it gives you a Class, your Level Cap, your Skill Tree, and your Evolution Path.
You don't get to argue.You don't get to try again.You awaken—or you're nothing.
And on this cold, iron-gray morning in the slums of Sector 9, I'm still nothing.
🌍 Welcome to Aerthos
A broken planet with a beating heart of magic-tech. Floating towers made of stone and steel. Cities lit by mana-grids and AI-powered drones. Magic weaves through circuits, scrolls mix with system codes, and dragons fly beside fighter ships.
For most, this is paradise.But for those without power, like me, it's a graveyard wearing neon.
The rich live in Crown Zones, where class advancement is common and systems are enhanced by Catalyst Cores.The poor scrape by in Break Districts, barely surviving on fractured skills and bootleg gear.
The world is split not by wealth, but by the System Ranks.
🔮 System Ranking (Hero Side)
Normal Classes
🟢 F-Class → Basic (limited growth)
🔵 E-Class → Average adventurer level
🟣 D-Class → Combat capable, mid-tier fighters
🟠 C-Class → Elite city guards, squad captains
🔴 B-Class → Regional commanders, known names
⚫ A-Class → Hero Guild members, rare awakenings
⭐ S-Class → Legendary tier, 1 in 10 million
Special Class Tags
🧬 Hybrid-Type: Can merge 2 class trees
💎 Awakened-Type: Can evolve beyond system limits
🧭 Unknown-Type: The system can't categorize them (they're considered errors)
☠️ Villain Power System (The Corrupt Path)
In the shadows of Aerthos live those who rejected the System.They form The Fractureborn, using corrupted system shards to steal, bend, or infect powers.
Their ranks don't follow class—they evolve through Fracture Marks, based on the number of times they've broken system code:
Unranked → Regular outlaws, black-market thugs
☠️ Mark-One → Can disable a skill for 10 seconds
☠️☠️ Mark-Two → Can rewrite an enemy's active skill
☠️☠️☠️ Mark-Three → Can erase system history
💀 "Glitchborn" → Entities made of broken code. Not alive. Not dead. Only rumored…
Back in Sector 9, my System still hasn't awakened.
I watch kids around me throw fireballs and summon swords.They smile at their Class popups like it's their birthday.Because it is.The System awakens on your 16th birthday.
Mine passed a year ago.
I'm 17 today.
Nothing. No message. No screen. No Class. No power. Just Riven Kael—the boy the System forgot.
"You still staring at the sky like it owes you something?" came a voice behind me.
It's Niall, a vendor kid turned Wind-Striker. He awakened at D-Class, bought a flashy new jacket, and now talks like he invented combat.
"I hear if the System doesn't choose you, you disappear from the world eventually. Poof. Like a deleted file." He grins, flicking a coin made of mana-light. "Kinda poetic, right?"
I don't answer. I've heard it all before.
But this time... something is different.
The sky glitches.
Only for a moment—like the code of reality hiccuped.
And then...
[SYSTEM OVERRIDE DETECTED…][ERROR: UNREGISTERED HOST CONFIRMED…][FORCE SYNC ENGAGED…][YOU HAVE AWAKENED.][CLASS: ???][WELCOME, USER RIVEN KAEL. YOUR SYSTEM IS NOT BOUND.]
My vision blurs. A circular interface floats before my eyes, glitching in and out of existence.It doesn't look like anyone else's.It's raw. Unfiltered. Ugly. Beautiful. Alien.
[YOU ARE NOW ONLINE.][BEGINNING REALITY WRITE PERMISSION...]
To Be Continued →