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The Sovereign of Origin

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In a world where talent defines one’s worth, Arther was born into nobility, destined for greatness—or so everyone believed. But during his coming-of-age ceremony, his fate took a devastating turn. Declared a Red Grade talent—mediocre among the masses and disgraceful among nobles—his name became a quiet shame whispered behind closed doors. Though his family stood by him, their support could not silence the storm within. What began as disappointment slowly twisted into something darker. Jealousy took root. Hatred followed. Arther’s heart decayed as he developed a dangerous blend of inferiority and superiority—seeing himself as both lesser than his noble peers and above the commoners he resented. The ideals he once carried as a noble crumbled, replaced by bitterness and a growing detachment from reality. As the years passed, the people around him began to change—not in support, but in silence. Concern turned to distance. Distance turned to quiet rejection. Until one day, Arther could no longer ignore it. The looks. Disgust. Pity. Burden. Those eyes shattered something inside him. Overwhelmed by the weight of his own actions and the suffocating perception of others, Arther reaches a breaking point. Unable to endure the life he has built—or destroyed—he chooses to leave it all behind. Not as a noble. Not as a failure. But as someone searching… for a new path. Yet the question remains: is this escape the beginning of redemption, or merely another step into the unknown darkness within himself?
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