Centuries, humanity survived because of the Systems.....
White shaped order, tracing every law, every city plan.
Red guided knowledge, unlocking insight, innovation, and the delicate balance between discovery and danger.
Black was rarer still one in a trillion, glimpsed only in moments that could rewrite a life, a generation, a world....
The Elites, few and flawless, wielded these powers.
Famine ended before a child cried. Floods diverted before the village even knew.
The world seemed fragile, yet it held steady.
No longer.
The Systems falter. Cities collapse under monstrous breaches, leaving streets slick with blood and fire.
Knowledge misleads. Laws bend and shatter.
Even White cannot foresee what comes next.
Red whispers warnings, but it is too late. Black flickers only in anomalies, glimpsed and gone before anyone can reach it.
Humanity survives by instinct, fear, and the ghost of order that once was.
Two centuries ago, the Elites sought perfection.
They believed that White, Red, and Black in harmony could end scarcity, danger, and uncertainty.
They believed they could outthink fate itself.
They were wrong....
Beneath the capital, in a chamber erased from every map, energy coiled like living lightning.
The Hist tore itself apart...
Systems did not merge
they collided....
Reality fractured....
Buildings dissolved; Time skipped.
Probability collapsed.
Entire lives vanished or rewrote themselves in moments, leaving survivors blinking at impossible landscapes.
When the chamber was breached, the Elites inside were gone.
No bodies. No echoes. No record. Not even Black's rare touch remained.
Cities burned as monsters appeared without warning.
Humanity was helpless....
The surviving Elites called it the Convergence Fall.... Necessary, Silent.
Ash where life had been.
They told the world it was divine order, and the people believed or feared too much to ask.
The world never recovered....
Now, the Systems no longer guide. Survival depends on chance, instinct, and fractured rules.
Alfez's family were slaves to the Biyonka household, wielders of water and ice.
Compared to other mortals, slaves lived better but only slightly.
The others lived in the Underworld, a place sunlight never reached, where monsters ruled the day and humans worked at night, scavenging for water, food, and clothes.
To the Elites, they didn't exist. To monsters, they were prey.
That night, Alfez's mother woke gasping. Her nightmare had returned her sister running.....
through Underworld tunnels, barefoot and bleeding, clutching a child. The ceiling dripped black stone.
Shadows moved....
The monster's jaw closed....
Alfez stood in the doorway, half-asleep.
"I heard you," he said.
"I'm fine," she said quickly, pressing her hands over her face
a lie she had learned well.
Later, folding cloth with unsteady hands,
She told him, "Some Mortals are destined to be weak."
"Am I too ?" he asked quietly.
"No," she said,
voice soft but edged with fear.
"You have to work harder. One day, one of the Systems will choose you."
"…Hmm."
He paused.
"Mom, Till then Can I live with cousins ?"
The colour drained from her face.
"No. The Underworld doesn't forgive. Monsters don't just kill bodies
they erase futures.
I won't lose you too."
Alfez nodded slowly, but fear followed him like a shadow.
By morning, he was playing with other children of slaves.
Lunia, daughter of the Water & Ice clan leader, joined them.
Her laughter was too loud, too practised,
Every smile with teeth.
She noticed Reth, a thin boy whose hands were rough from carrying ice crates.
"Why do you shake like that ?"
she asked. "Scared… or weak?"
Reth lowered his head. "I—I'm not scared."
"Oh? Then show me."
She flicked a shard of frost at his feet.
He stumbled into the slush.
The other children gasped.
Lunia stepped back, eyes watering, voice trembling just enough to feign innocence. "He pushed me first!"
Before anyone could speak, the air turned heavy.
Elite guards emerged, water sigils moving across their gauntlets.
Reth's father dropped to his knees. "Please—
That was his mistake. Lunia hid behind a guard, gripping his cloak like a frightened child.
"He scared me," she whispered. "I don't feel safe."
The verdict was instant.
"False aggression toward an elite bloodline. Entire household returned to the Underworld."
No trial....
No mercy.....
The gates opened beneath them, black and endless.
The children watched. Silence. Then the echo of falling bodies.
A few days later, Alfez overheard guards:
"…Underworld breach last night. Which sector?"
"Doesn't matter. Slave family. Monster didn't even finish feeding."
Alfez stopped. "…Which family?"
"The one sent down after the ice clan incident.
Kid named Reth, I think."
He remembered Reth's shaking hands, his father on the ice, his mother's fingers reaching.
No trial. No chance. Just death.
From that moment, Alfez stopped seeing elites as protectors.
They were judges without truth. Gods without responsibility. And the System? Not broken. It was working.
A quiet, patient resolve took root. One day, the System would look at him and fail to understand why it was afraid.
[Seven days later]
the summons came. A bell rang through the slave quarters clear, cold, unavoidable.
Work stopped. Guards entered. Alfez's mother felt it before she understood: numb hands, dropped cloth.
"Alfez," a guard said, just the name.
He stepped forward.
The gates opened beneath them black, endless.
Wet stone, rot, and something alive rolled out.
The Underworld swallowed him.
Pain lanced through his arms and ribs. Hundreds of monsters circled, snarling, claws scraping, eyes glowing. Alfez clenched his fists.
Hunger, fear, death pressed in from all sides.
But he was no longer afraid.
A spark flickered inside him untouched by White, Red, or Black.
The System might have sent monsters to teach obedience.
He would survive to teach them fear instead.
Alfez was brought to the courtyard that few slaves ever saw.
The ice beneath his feet was polished, reflective like glass....
Statues of past heroes lined the path, faces frozen in eternal remembrance.
no longer the child who had played among them, but clad in ceremonial white threaded with pale blue runes.
Her hair bound high, posture flawless.
Beside her, Biyonka Kael, leader of the Water & Ice clan,
Every movement pressed down on the air. White System power made him a presence impossible to ignore.
Alfez stopped a few paces away, hands at his sides, chest steady despite the chill.
"My daughter tells me you caused unrest,">
Kael said quietly. "Explain yourself.">
Alfez's eyes met Lunia's directly.
"He's dangerous," she said, voice trembling just enough to mimic fear.
"I saw what you did," Alfez cut her off, calm but sharp.
"Reth's family… my mother's sister… all the others.
You Guys didn't save them.
You had power, authority, and Also the Systems favoured you
and still they're still dead, cuz you guys are just bunch cowards with powers."
The courtyard froze. Guards shifted. The polished ice reflected the tremor in Kael's eyes.
"You accuse my daughter?" he said, voice low.
"No," Alfez said. "I accuse the Systems. White, Red, Black… all of Them.
They give power to those who will never protect the weak, then watch the world burn while calling it order."
Lunia's practised smile faltered. Something sharp, almost respect—or fear—flickered in her eyes.
"You dare___" she began.
"Can you please shut up you spoiled bit*ch" Alfez interrupted...
"You guys had the chance to save those who had no choice.
You had the chance to prevent monsters from feasting on them.
You had the Systems' power and still they're dead.
Reth is dead....
My mother's sister is dead.... And youcrowds are still standing."
The Observer crystal hovered nearby, thrumming faintly.
Even though it hesitated.
Kael's voice dropped, deliberate. "You are insolent."
"No," Alfez said. "I am just not blind enough to respect a coward like you."
"The guards moved closer...
Kael raised a hand...
Frost pulsed along the courtyard walls like living authority."
"Enough," he said. "Send him to the Underworld.
Let him learn what defiance truly costs."
Alfez's chest tightened but he did not bow. He did not plead.
"You can banish me....
You can leave me for monsters....
But, if i Stay alive
the Elites will fear me one day.
Not because of their gifts.
Not because of System orders.
Because I remember what they took...."
[The guards seized him. Cold steel bit into his arms. Lunia's eyes met his once her innocence gone, replaced by a glimmer of something dangerous, almost admiration.
The gates opened beneath them.]
Black, endless. Wet stone, rot, something alive and waiting.
The Underworld swallowed him. Pain lanced through his arms and ribs. Above, the gates
Then, low growls.
Hundreds of monsters circled, claws scraping, eyes glowing.
Alfez pushed himself up, bloodied but unbroken.
"You," he whispered, voice low, a vow. "Are what the Systems left behind."
Hunger, fear, death pressed in from all sides. But for the first time, he felt systemically: the Systems gave the Elites power to protect those who already had it.
They left the real innocents to die...
< Alfez ran....>
The monsters followed. The Underworld waited.
But he was no longer afraid of death.
Somewhere deep inside, something flickered a spark untouched by White, Red, or Black.
[I will survive. I will teach them fear.]
The Underworld swallowed him. Pain lanced through his arms and ribs as he hit the uneven stone floor.
Above, the gates slammed shut, sealing out the polished world of ice and light. Silence pressed in...
Then came the low growls.
Hundreds of monsters, circling, claws scraping, eyes glowing in the black. Alfez pushed himself up, bloodied, breath ragged
but unbroken...
"You," he whispered, voice low, almost a vow, "are what the Systems left behind."
Hunger, fear, death pressed in from all sides. But he was no longer afraid.
The monsters lunged. He ran again
The Underworld twisted around him, tunnels collapsing, shadows stretching, teeth
snapping close enough to taste.
Pain and cold clawed at his body. Every step screamed, every breath burned.
And yet, he moved faster every time. Every instinct honed.
Every failure is remembered. Every death around him was etched into a promise.
[I will survive. I will endure. I will teach them fear.]
Even in the endless black, Alfez ran...
Because, deep down,
he knew, "this night… was only the beginning."