TLS - The Lowest Star
Year 3871. Humanity controls 43 planets and ranks D-Class on the Continental Danger Index. Above them, races born from the Planes of Thought, Entropy, and Fate command stars, unmake mountains, and rewrite causality with a glance. Humans survive not because they're strong, but because they're not worth killing.
Ren Ashar grew up poor, got into Vanguard Royal Academy on a scholarship, and spent four years proving he was the smartest student in his graduating class. Combat practicals? Dead last. Forty-one out of three hundred. He has the reflexes. He has the analysis. He just can't close distance, not since his brother came home from the Drekhari border in a box.
On January 1st, the Obelisk gave him Swordsman.
The class with the highest casualty rate in human history. The class his brother died wearing.
Now he has thirty days before his scholarship housing expires, a combat score that makes guild recruiters laugh, and six low-grade Star Crystals to his name. No legacy. No connections.
Ren can't outfight the monsters ahead of him. But he can outthink them, outprice them, and outmaneuver every system designed to keep people like him exactly where he is.