PROLUGUE :
Let's make this world our own
After the Great War, the four great families stood at the top, untouchable, unseen, unquestioned. They called themselves Elites, claiming they built a world where chaos would never return.
What they truly build is a cage.
Every law, every currency, every obligation, and Religion was designed with precision. People were taught what to want, what to fear, and how much freedom they were allowed to believe in. They called it stability. The masses called it life.
No one noticed the chain because it was invisible.
The four families believed they were gods among men, masters of a system that turned the world into obedient workers, silent followers, and perfect slaves.Not because they were strong… but because they were afraid.
Afraid that humanity might one day awaken and reclaim its true power.Afraid that ordinary people would realize what they were capable of and rise above those who claimed to rule them.
So they created a system designed to survive generations, passed down like a sacred law, carefully engineered to conceal the true identity of humanity itself. Truth was buried beneath routine, obedience, and manufactured struggle. Freedom was redefined as survival.
The system did not merely control mankind; it reshaped it. It taught people to doubt themselves, to fear curiosity, and to accept limits that were never real.
All to ensure that control remained where it had always been. All to ensure that no one would ever remember what they once were.
But one man stood up and began questioning everything.
He questions history, not the version written in books, but the one buried beneath erased names, missing years, and rewritten victories. He asked what truly happened before the world was organized, before borders were drawn and power was claimed by a few.
He questioned the purpose. Why is there poverty and wealth, when water flows freely, air belongs to no one, and land existed long before humanity? Why was he born into a system that demanded obedience before understanding? Why did life feel like survival instead of living? If humanity was meant to evolve, why were so many trapped just trying to endure?
He questioned labor.Why did people work their entire lives for numbers on a screen, while those numbers dictated whether they deserved comfort, dignity, or rest? Why was exhaustion praised as success?
He questioned authority.Why were governments trusted without question, even as they failed repeatedly? Why was doubt labeled dangerous, and curiosity treated like rebellion?
He questioned the truth. Why did information change so often, yet obedience remained constant? Why were people encouraged to argue with each other instead of questioning the systems above them?
He questioned fear.Why was humanity constantly distracted by conflict, by consumption, by endless noise, while the world quietly grew smaller and more controlled?
And finally, he questioned himself.Why did it feel like something fundamental was missing?Why did reality feel incomplete, as if the world was hiding a layer no one was allowed to see?
Because the Elites