Synopsis:
In a world where every citizen awakens a "System" at age 16
Just one notification:
"No system assigned"
"System failure"
"Player has been confirmed a defector"
Those few words, enough to turn josens life into shambles, but will josen grow stronger and fight or will he crumble like the ones before him
Feared by society, marked as unstable, and cast out by his own family, the malkador's known as the most powerful family in liones capital of vantherion,as expected knees of this didn't go well, Josen is left to survive in a world that treats his kind as useless creatures
Defectors—beings outside the System itself
But behind the System's promise of power lies a deeper control. The government's golden age of order is built on chains wrapped in divine code
He is different.
Chapter 1
The entire school Cheers and hundreds of students awaken their systems, staring in awe at their skills
[System awakening complete]
[Class assigned: assasin class]
[Class assigned: elementalist]
[Class assigned: Healer]
Except for one
As the robotic voice ding echoed
[ERROR: student is not compatiable with a system]
[ERROR: Student will be classified as: DEFECTOR]
The room falls into a still silence then suddenly the Laughter erupts
Mocking glances carve into him like daggers As He trembles, the weight of silence louder than any shout.
He falls to his knees. His lips tremble. His skin turns pale.
"No. No—this can't be happening"
His mind claws for air. God, no, God pls no
He was supposed to be the heir. The pride of the Malkador family. Not this. Anything but this.
If he wasn't... they'd abandon him.
Laughter explodes around him, cruel and satisfied. The once-proud Josen, the one who strutted through Liones like the sun rose for him, now looked like a cracked porcelain doll.
Then came the voice, smug and sharp as ever.
"Well, well, well... if it isn't smug little Josen."
Jason Cael. Heir to the drosmore house, both the drosmore and malkadors known for being families with the best prfriencry in dark arts
It was clear to see that josen had failed to be the head of this generation
Jason strolls forward, arms folded like a victor surveying a battlefield.
"How does it feel to be, well you know....worthless?",he snared
slinging an arm around josens slumped form like they were old friends. His grin was laced with venom.
"Weren't you gonna be the future leader of the Malkadors? Didnt you claim you were gonna get an S-rank gift, how that coming along? Oh wait..."
Laughter. Again. This time louder. Crueler. As others who barely knew him joined in the mockery hoping to curry favour in future heir of the drosmores
"Hey—guess what I got?"
tapping the button on his wrist crystal. A blinding interface flashes above him, filled with gleaming system stats. Gasps ripple through the crowd.
[Class assigned: Necromancy]
A-rank Gift: Soul Consultant.
The highest ever recorded was a B-rank gift among the major families, he had shattered expectations... while Josen couldn't even live up to any.
His chest sinks in. His breath shortens. Not only had he failed—Jason had soared in stardom having the best gift know for a newly awakened
He was nothing now.
Not an heir, not admired, Not chosen.
Just...
[A DEFECTOR]