Fourteen hundred years from now, the world had become unrecognizable.
After decades of wars and political catastrophes, the number of nations had dwindled.
Eventually, they were all united, forming a single World Government.
The end of wars gave humanity hope.
At first, everything seemed bright — cities gleamed with lights, technology made daily life easier.
But behind this dazzling glow, the most terrifying system in human history had been built — THE CLASSES.
Humanity was divided into five classes.
No one knew how it happened.
History was erased.
Through genetic manipulation, humans were turned into different kinds of beings.
ELITE — the strongest and ruling class.
Their skin was crimson, their bodies traced with golden lines.
With their dragon-like appearance, they stood above all others, holding absolute power in their hands.
PREMIUM — the second most powerful class.
They had green skin marked with red stripes.
They obeyed the commands of the Elite, controlled the military forces, and carried out the most dreadful experiments.
First Class served them.
Though they acted as attendants and servants, they were still considered part of the upper order.
They were human, yet their appearance set them apart — their skin shimmered with a metallic silver tone, making them look almost sacred, as if they carried the shadowed honor of the Elite.
Their purpose was not to rule, but to serve.
They assisted in Premium experiments, obeyed the commands of the Elite, and performed the daily tasks of the regime.
But despite their radiant silver skin, they were never seen as equals.
They were tools — intermediaries meant to maintain order, easily replaced, easily forgotten.
The Second Class formed the laboring masses.
They looked like ordinary humans, yet their lives were bound by harsh laws.
All production, construction, agriculture, and physical labor fell upon their shoulders.
They worked the most, suffered the most, and lived for one reason only — to be useful.
To the upper classes, they were nothing more than machines.
Their feelings, desires, and dreams were ignored.
Those who dared to disobey were either destroyed or taken to secret laboratories — never to return.
The Third Class was the weakest and most miserable of all.
Though their skin looked human, they lived in the lowest layers of society — in the shadows of ruined cities, forgotten streets, and decaying slums.
They had no rights, no privileges, no value.
In the eyes of the upper classes, they were no longer human.
They were entertainment — used, abused, or sacrificed for Elite and Premium experiments.
Their children often vanished in the night, never to return.
Everyone knew where they went — to the laboratories — yet no one dared to speak.
For those born into the Third Class, there was only one future:
Endless labor, suffering, and an early death.
People were divided into different classes according to the families they were born into, their wealth, and what was known as the "Mark of Fate."
The upper classes — those who possessed power and fortune — built their comfort upon the suffering of the lower ones.
Meanwhile, the lower classes were left face to face with the bitter reality of life.
Even as the lower classes bore the full weight of this cruel system, they could raise no voice.
The upper classes would stop at nothing to protect their wealth and power.
Torture, fear, and manipulation had become part of everyday life.
Yet, amid all this darkness, a savior awaited.
One who was ready to discover both their strength and their conscience — the spark that would ignite a rebellion capable of challenging the entire system.