In this world, the system decides everything. From the moment you're born, it chooses your path. For humans, it offers freedom. You can go to school. Build a life. Marry. Love.
But for the rest of us? For demigods? The system offers only chains.
The witches will find you. They always do. They'll inspect your teeth, your eyes, your skin, searching for signs of divinity. And if they find them, you'll be sold. The system doesn't care who you were. It only cares how useful you can be.
If you're beautiful, they'll send you to the brothels. If you're less desirable, you'll scrub floors or entertain kings. And if you're powerful—too powerful—they'll send you to Mors Gravis. And you'll die there.
Some try to escape. They run to the forests, to the shadows, to Gladiator City—a place where even the system won't follow. But the system doesn't forget, and it doesn't forgive.
This is our world. This is the system. And no one escapes it forever."
The system decides everything. For humans, it offers freedom: school, work, love—and for the ambitious, the chance to rise as Duenios, the ruthless slave traders who capture and sell demigods for profit. For demigods, it offers only chains. Witches, tasked with enforcing the system, inspect every child for signs of divinity—glowing eyes, radiant skin, or unnatural teeth. Their loyalty to humanity places them above demigods, but witches are still second-class citizens, clinging to power in a world that barely tolerates them. Half-witches fare no better, scorned by both humans and witches alike, trapped in a system that offers them no place.
When a demigod is discovered, their fate is sealed. The system sorts them by their usefulness: the beautiful are sent to brothels, the strong to Mors Gravis—a blood-soaked colosseum where kings and nobles gamble on their lives—and the rest are condemned to servitude, scrubbing floors or performing for courtrooms. On rare occasions, a king might take interest in a demigod who survives the death games, offering them the chance to serve as royal guards. But those moments of mercy are fleeting, and for most, the chains remain.
Some demigods, unwilling to accept their fate, turn to bounty hunting, carving out a brutal existence in a world where humans refuse to trade with them. Many retreat to Gladiator City, a lawless haven ruled by Diego, a shadowy kingpin rumored to have once been a Spanish guard. There, survival is a daily battle, and only the strongest thrive. For unknown entities—beings who are neither human nor demigod—their fate is even worse. Forbidden from society, they live on the fringes as shadows in the wilderness, unwanted and unseen.
Even humans are not immune to the system's cruelty. Those who hide or conceive demigod children face public hangings or forced marriages. Fertile women found guilty of bearing demigods are forced to marry human men to bolster humanity's ranks, while women with god blood are dragged to Mors Gravis, their lives forfeit. Through it all, the Duenios—driven by profit and power—ensure the system remains absolute, its reach inescapable.
This is the world: a hierarchy of power, chains, and survival, where freedom is a privilege reserved for humans—and even that comes at a cost.
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