The sky burned crimson over the city. Smoke curled from shattered buildings, and the streets echoed with the cries of those who had nowhere to turn. Corruption was law, and chaos ruled in place of order. This world had been built on promises of peace, justice, and prosperity—but all of it had crumbled under the weight of greed, incompetence, and fear.
No one remembered the first failure. No one remembered when the leaders stopped caring. By the time the people realized the truth, it was too late. Cities decayed. Nations fractured. Families suffered. And yet, humanity clung to life, hoping—foolishly—that salvation might come from someone, anyone.
In the midst of this ruin, unseen by most, a presence stirred. Somewhere beyond the mortal plane, a god watched silently. Not all gods were cruel, and not all were indifferent. Some observed, waiting for the right moment, the right person, to set the world back on course.
That moment had come.
A young boy named Kai wandered through the ruins of his district, observing the decay, noting the mistakes of the past, and dreaming of a society that worked. He did not know the world would soon call him. He did not know that a system, mysterious and divine, would choose him to guide the future.
The god's voice would not be heard yet. The system would not appear yet. But the spark had been lit. Destiny had already turned its gaze toward him, and the path to a new world order had quietly begun.
The old world was ending. The new one was coming. And Kai would be at its center.