For half a century, the old political system allowed the country to tear itself apart from the inside. Crime wasn't just a daily occurrence; it was an epidemic. Abuse of power ran rampant through every level of society, and localized terrorism became so common that citizens stopped looking up when the sirens wailed. The public was drowning in chaos, completely exhausted by fear, waiting desperately for any hand to pull them out of the mire.
That was when the New Government stepped in.It is called "Sovereign union" They didn't take the country by force; they took it by applause. When they first came to power, they didn't implement terrifying laws or display horrific cruelty to the general public. Instead, they played the role of the perfect savior. They flooded the markets with miraculous, gravity-defying technologies and advanced comforts that made daily life effortless. They traded freedom for security, and the public gladly made the deal.
It was during this golden era of false peace—exactly twenty years ago—that the government quietly initiated its most massive public recruitment drive. A highly classified, deeply buried initiative known to the masses only by its code name: Project "SILPH." They recruited the peoples who have knowledge and who are incredibly skilled in that areas or fields they want they provide them enough opportunities and incomes as a way to make them to join in this project. No one knows if this project is still going on after that government never talks about it in news or anywhere it is completely unknown to public maybe peoples don't even know about it.Who knows what these project is about and why government even started it.
But a system built on total control cannot stay peaceful forever. Twenty years later, the mask has completely slipped.
Today, the government is an absolute dictatorship masked by sleek, high-tech luxury. They have systematically reduced the voice of anyone who dares to oppose their core ideology. Free-thinkers, activists, and rebels are hunted down like dogs. Many are killed outright in the dark, while countless others are forcibly vanished into thin air, leaving behind broken families who will never learn their true fate.The peoples who tried to oppose government gets killed they doesn't directly killed them but if that family goes to the authorities and report about the killing they doesn't do anything so basically peoples starts blaming government for everything because they never truly cares about anyone.
The public is trapped in a state of absolute compliance. The government's rules are absolute, and nothing truly leaks out from behind the closed doors of their ministries. No one knows their true goals, and no one understands their final vision for the future of the country.
Because of this suffocating secrecy, a bitter, silent rage has poisoned the public. The citizens cannot fight back, so they do the only thing they have left: they blame the government for every tragedy, every disappearance, and every horror that has plagued the nation since the day they were elected.
This is the world of Earth 2526. A world where objects float naturally in the air, while human lives are secretly weighed and traded on a digital roulette.
Kaylen snapped his eyes open, gasping for air.
His muscles tensed, bracing for the brutal impact of a stray arrow or the crushing weight of an enemy's warhammer. His mind was still trapped in the mud and blood of a screaming battlefield. But there was no sound of clashing steel. There was no smoke.
Instead, he felt an unsettling, terrifying sensation: weightlessness.
He wasn't wearing his heavy, protective iron armor. His body felt impossibly light, as if he could float away at any moment. He shifted, his limbs brushing against the fabric of a strange garment. It was a tight, soft civilian suit that hugged his frame almost too closely, restricting his movements in a completely unfamiliar way.
He didn't smell wet dirt or rust. The air was perfectly clean, climate-controlled, and foreign. This wasn't a warzone. This was an advanced apartment in the middle of Earth, in the year 2526.
Kaylen scrambled out of the bed, his feet hitting a smooth, flawless floor. He stumbled backward, his hands gripping his head in sheer panic.
"What the hell is going on?" his voice croaked. It sounded completely wrong—far too young, far too soft. "Where am I? Who am I?"
He rushed blindly through the unfamiliar room until his eyes locked onto a reflective surface on the wall. A mirror.
Kaylen stopped dead in his tracks. He stared at the reflection, his heart stopping.
The face looking back at him did not belong to a hardened, scarred warrior. It belonged to a young, unfamiliar boy. It was a completely unknown face, soft and unblemished by war.
"Who is this...?" Kaylen whispered, his hands trembling as he touched his new cheeks. "Whose body am I in?" Isn't this weird.
Before his brain could process the horror, a bright, holographic screen flashed into existence right in front of his eyes. The light cast a blue glow over the foreign bedroom.
[SOUL ROULETTE INTERFACE INITIALIZED]
[USER: KAYLEN]
[09 YEARS | 364 DAYS | 23 HOURS | 50 MINUTES]
Kaylen stared at the floating numbers. Exactly ten minutes had been deducted from a total lifespan of ten years.
"What the hell is this thing?" Kaylen barked, swinging his hand to swat the glowing screen away, but his fingers passed right through the light.
He looked around the room, his panic reaching a boiling point. Nothing made sense. The clothes felt like a second skin. The furniture was sleek and metallic. And worse—there were objects in the room literally hovering in mid-air, floating naturally without any visible chains or magic to hold them up. It was deeply weird, defying every law of reality he knew.
Suddenly, the blue screen flickered violently, changing its text as a new notification forced itself into his mind.
[OPENING SOUL ROULETTE: RULE INTERFACE...]