As kids we dream big and wild our imagination over flow but as we grow we think that dream are just imagination but one believes that all dream are not just imagination or fantasy it's a way of following you're interested as a kid's dream to adults future and that one person is Oxine Ray

One day when you wake up , all the adults are gone. 
No one above the age of 20 can be seen on the face of earth.
What would you do....?
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Oh and there various magical creatures and zombies lurking on the streets.
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And you have system..?

The world has changed, all the adults are dead. The world is now in the tender hands of its youth, who must face the unspeakable horrors of their new reality.

They were gathered into their designated class line. The children who had spent the past three weeks together looked to each other with sad eyes.
Simon was alone in transferring into class A, 4 people into class B, while the rest were gathered into classes C and D.
There were many students who were in class D along with Han.
"It doesn't make sense that Kuro is in class B while Han is in class D."
The drill instructor spoke looking to the chattering children. The instructors understood the children's true thoughts behind the children's words.
Kuro was only able to withstand the past three weeks due to Han's help. In reality, Han had to work 1.5x a person's worth of training.
"If he has true talent, he will be promoted soon enough. He has low psychic talent so it is natural for him to be in class D."
"If Han's psychic talent was average he would have been easily placed into class B or A."
"The most important factor is psychic powers. We don't need human power, we need psykers."
Han passed the instructor's falling gaze and marched into the class D's dormitory. The other children looked nervous.
"Welcome to class D. I'm the class president, Jose. Just call me President, or just Jose is fine."
A young youth sporting a healthy tan spoke from the dormitory.
Class presidents were given bonus points that would be added to allow earlier transfers to the next class over. In turn, they had the responsibility of handling all the trifling matters. Each class already had a set of rules that had been formed naturally through time.
"Your places have already been assigned. Check your data bracelet's holograms. The dormitory cleaning has always been handled by the new transfers. You understand what I'm saying, right? Other than that, there should be nothing others can discriminate against you for. As long as you work hard, you'll be transferred up. Any questions?"
Jose eloquently spoke. He looked to be the same age as the new transfers but spoke like an older brother.
"No."
Han had been the spokesman for the group of transfers.
He had tacitly become the spokesman for the group of new transfers to class D. Han's grades was the most outstanding, and most of all, he had the charisma to lead others.
"Good, you become the temporary head for now. Han."
Jose was able to quickly evaluate the situation between the new transfers.
"Head?"
"It's not an official position, but it was made for smoother organization. Until the first year new transfers get settled in, you will be the head to lead everyone. After everyone settles, this position becomes pointless. However, the drill instructors are also aware of this system so you will be able to get bonus points for yourself."
Han thought for a moment and nodded. There was no reason to reject an opportunity to score more points.
"Okay."
Jose patted Han's back and went on his way.
Han walked to his assigned bed. Many eyes followed Han.
First year class D totaled about 90.
Everyone understood they were all rivals without any exchange of words. You must be acknowledged as an A rank in order to graduate into year two.
'This is finally the start.'
Han mumbled to himself. He viewed this as a chance.
The morning started with a running drill. They had to go to the military training grounds and run laps. They could see their high-ranked peers in the far distance.
"They're our age?"
Han's eyes also grew large in surprise. It was his first time seeing his seniors.
His seniors were tall and muscular, dressed in uniform. Their physical bodies were no different from adults.
A few were taller than many adults. Their faces still had childishness to them, but nobody would assume them to be in their early teens.
"So interesting, right?"
Jose stood next to Han. Jose was the president of class D. He spoke as if he were mentoring someone.
"The second years are administered drugs. They mature exponentially faster. Did you forget? In three years we have to wage war against the dragons. The adults won't wait for us to mature naturally."

Han felt psychologically repulsed. They had been forced to become adults. Teens in their early 10s had been turned into adults through drugs.
However, humanity had no choice. Though Psykers had unique powers, physical strength was also required to use them. It was impossible to fight a war in a child's body.
"But still, this is…"
The children complained amongst themselves.
"Nobody is forcing you; you have the option to retire." Jose spoke with a cold laugh.
Their seniors sprinted around the track inhumanly fast. They promptly went to the shower room first and came out while showing off their burly tan bodies.
"Not bad."
Han mumbled to himself. Jose looked towards Han.
"What's not bad?"
"I always hoped to quickly become an adult. Nobody was generous to me just because I was a child back home."
Jose burst out laughing loudly.
"Aah, you're from Korea, right?"
Korea had been one of the first countries to be hit in the first wave of aggression and thus had suffered the most casualties.
Out of the six dimensional gates, one had opened in Siniju of North Korea.

The dragons that appeared in Siniju divided into two groups before invading China and Korea.
The North ruthlessly fired their nuclear bombs, but it had been useless. On the contrary, it had made North Korea a land of death.
The citizens of North Korea fled in large scales for refuge across the cease fire border between the North and South. The North Korean government was no more. South Korea accepted all northern refugees and had to defend against the invading dragons all at the same time.
"I don't need such a thing like a childhood. It's more important to survive."
Malice reflected Han's eyes.
The orphanage that had been his home had filed for bankruptcy. The director who had been under a mountain of debt ran away late in the night, leaving all the residing children homeless.
There was no such thing as government aid.
'I had to compete against adults all of my life.'
Han used his small body to his advantage to steal food, but homeless vagrants would frequently attack small children to snatch their food.
Han's normal life had always been this way. He was never protected by the law nor human rights.
"Work hard, rookie."
Jose said while blankly looking toward Han.

In the not so distant future when science completely replaced religious beliefs, humanity had begun a war to prevent the extinction of the human race.

Dragons had begun invading the earth with an organized military force.

Modern weapons of this era were strong enough to destroy an entire country on earth, but these dragons had crossed over from a different dimension and the usual military armaments were not strong enough to destroy them.

The humans required supernatural psychic abilities to kill dragons. Another dimension and Earth had combined into one. Amongst the humans there were those who manifested new psychic powers, who were called "acquired psykers".

Only these psykers had the ability to kill the dragons.

After three years, the First War of Aggression was won by humanity. However, a famous psyker who had the ability to look into the future forewarned that in fifteen years there would be a second wave.

"The enemies we have fought are but mere advanced guards. Humanity must prepare for the enemy's main forces in order to once again fight for the survival of humankind."

After the invasion of the dragon race, there were children who were "inborn psykers." Since birth, they had been influenced by the energies of this new world.

These inborn psykers had superior potential compared to the acquired psykers.

Cross-nationally, humanity gathered all the children who were judged to be psykers and established an institution to cultivate and train them. It was mandatory that all children with psychic abilities register at these institutions.

Trying to claim an infringement of basic human rights was meaningless in front of the possibility that humanity could go extinct.
These psyker children were the last hope of humanity.




(Disclaimer: This is not my novel. Author is [BaekSoo KwiJook] and Translator is [iseuli]. just want more people to know and appreciate this gem.)

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Year 2, Spring, First Month, First Week. 
The meeting with the elders continued, the next important topic was the new village's organization. 
Since they would get more free hands, they would need to redistribute the work in the village. Again, Karl reminded them of the need for more resources. For now, their only option for gathering more materials was to expand their hunting parties. 
At this time, Omero stepped up and offered an organizational plan, even Karl was surprised by the boldness of the plan. 
Currently, they had 2148 villagers, of which 36 elders, 50 babies, 60 kids, 733 teens, 1240 healthy adults and 30 sick adults. The Chief was proposing the new organization:
1000 Adults working in the magic fields;
300 Teens working in the village fields;
90 Adults in fixed positions;
150 Rotating adults;
100 Teens helping Karl;
150 Teens hunting and training (Including the former hunting team);
150 Teens crafting;
32 Teens in odd jobs.
The 150 rotating adults and the 32 teens would help in different jobs around the village, like cooking, taking care of children, help sowing and harvesting.
From the 90 adults with fixed positions, 60 would be placed in the hunting team, 20 would help with crafting tools and weapons, six would help Karl and the other four would hold management positions.
Before the meeting participants could digest the unexpected plan, the Chief made another proposal, even bolder. The creation of a Council, which would be responsible for making important decisions and managing the village. 
Most of the villagers present were a little shocked by Omero proposing something that would reduce his power, but Marlen and Bill understood what the Chief was doing. 
First, as soon as the villagers' lives started improving, power struggles would also appear, and one way of dealing with it was to give everyone a chance to strive for a position of power. 
Also, in Omero's opinion, centralized power was something that would result in disaster, sooner or later. So, he chose to divide the power in the village from the beginning, the decisions wouldn't only weigh on him and he could still maintain the position of leader. In a way, he was gathering support and solidifying his position.
After discussing, they decided that the Council would be formed by 16 members, who would vote on the village's important decisions. Other than voting, some Council members would also hold management positions. 
The management positions would be necessary to supervise and carry projects in the areas of farming, hunting, crafting, and Alchemy.
The Chief proposed that these four management areas should be handled by four members, preferably adults, that would stay permanently within the village. Although the elders were more experienced, it was an unspoken truth that they could die at any time. 
Regarding the Alchemy and hunting areas management, Chief Omero asked Diana and Karl with they would accept the position, however, both of them didn't want to be held by supervising and planning tasks, instead, they promised to work closely with the managers.
He suggested that the 16 Council positions, should be held by him, the hunting team veterans, the four adults from the management areas and five other elders. They discuss it, thought it was fair and agreed. 
To chose the elders they would hold an election. Of course, Omero planned for Bill and Marlen to get into the Council, but since they were popular among the villagers it shouldn't be a problem for them to win fairly.
The other four members would be appointed once the election was over, by vote and decision of the 12 Council members. 
Before electing the Council members, they decided to select the villagers that would enter the hunting team or help Karl. So, they would use the next three days to do a selection and held the election the day after.
The elders were pleased with the delay, the three days would be a precious time to gather more supporters. They finished the meeting and everyone left excited to carry their tasks. Caiset was becoming a new village and they couldn't wait to see how it would be like.
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"Move out of the way, Slave."
A Fighter soldier pushed Akino to the side while glancing at him in disgust.
Akino didn't mind him and continued to stand in line to get his meal portion. He knew better than reacting to the bullying treatment, that Fighter could have a lot of friends only waiting for a reason to beat him up.
Akino spent the last three months fighting in the front lines and he was getting better by the day, which would arouse envy among the other Fighters, especially the recruits that came from well-off families.
Winter came and left while Akino was battling the Sandines, but he didn't felt much difference in the temperature except some cold breezes at night. The southern region of the Serion Kingdom bordered the Sandine Kingdom, which was located on top of vast arid and sandy lands. 
Even without cold and snow, winter wasn't a favorable time in the southern borders. The dry climate made for another new torment, especially on the battlefields.
Akino was grateful for the opportunity to improve in the frontlines but he was growing tired by the constant battles and accumulate wounds. Even though they had access to a healer, he was always last in line for the treatment, another courtesy of his poor upbringing.
Fortunately, the Sandines stop attacking in these last two days. Akino made use of the unexpected pause to sleep and recover. One of the perks of being in the Fighter's regiment was to be the second line in battle and thus not have to stay alert all the time.
Akino started eating the plain-tasting soup served with a piece of bread happily. He heard his comrades complaining about the food quality but just made a mental remark that eating the slave food for one day could get them to straighten up.
"Ahhhh..."
Before his neighboring comrades could put their food away, Akino already stood up with his sword drawn prepared to respond to whatever made the soldier scream. More screams made to their ears but nobody could see anything.
Akino started to absorb magic energy and circle it towards his legs and hands, which made him grasp the sword even tighter. The anticipation was nerve-wracking, fortunately, it didn't take long for their Captain to start yelling orders.
"Soldiers in line! I want teams of four to stay together... Move! It's a night attack... Probably, some Origin forsaken nocturnal Beastmen..."
Akino couldn't help but swallow dry and look wary at the dark sky before moving near to the other three Fighters. In the stories that circulated in the camp, he heard about all sort of strange Beastmen attacks that would leave behind a massacre. 
The rumors, of course, were exaggerated. What actually happened was that some Generals got surprised by an attack that they didn't expect due to it being impractical for Human soldiers to execute. Like a water attack from aquatic Beastmen or a sky attack from flying Beastmen. 
"Ahhhhh... Hel..."
An army slave came running from the front line direction, screaming something incomprehensible. Before he could get to the Fighters camp, he was picked by a dark silhouette and dragged to the sky. 
Even in Akino's scared mind, he couldn't imagine that they would be attacked by some nocturnal flying Beastmen. 
"Arrows! Pick up the bows and start shooting." The Captain ordered.
Akino pushed the fear away and started running towards the weapon's barrack. Unfortunately, aside from the archer's unit, the other soldiers would only keep their swords near, the few bows they had would only be used in specific and pre-arranged situations.
As usual, most of the other soldiers hesitated to follow the orders or even pretend to not have listened to them. Only Akino and a couple of soldiers charged into the barrack at the risk of standing out and being attacked. 
The Fighters could use a shield right now. Unfortunately, it was heavy equipment, not suitable for their high mobility in battle, only specific units or strong Knights would use it in the war.
Soon, another scream was heard and a Fighter was dragged up between the slashing struggles of his group's comrades. Another one followed, being dragged from another group, however this time, a fellow Fighter successfully slash the enemy.
The Beastman screamed and ended up dropping the Fighter a few meters further. The saved soldier screamed in pain from the fall but managed to run to another group.
At this time, Akino and other soldiers exited the weapons barrack with drawn arrows. However, they still couldn't see the enemy. Akino saw that his comrades were also having problems and decide to ask for help.
"Captain! Anyone! It's too dark, we can't see them... We need fire!"
The confusion and unwillingness spread through the Fighters, some even shout back insults to Akino, but fortunately, the Captain heard and started giving orders.
Another Fighter was picked and some attempts were made before they finally started a big fire, revealing the scary form of bat-like Beastmen circling in the sky.
Akino and the other bow-armed Fighters started shooting, not aiming too much and not sparing arrows. Akino tried to conduct magic energy to his eyes but couldn't get the vision-enhancing technic to work, he could only give up and moved to empower his shoots instead. 
He wounded a Bat Beastman and killed another one before they started to retreat. Later he discovered that these Beastmen weren't very strong and would only keep attacking if they had the cover of the night.
Akino hoped that after his performance in tonight's attack, they would improve his treatment. He didn't care about the bullying and eating cold food, but he could use timely healing and someone teaching him how to better use magic energy to fight.

Karl always wanted to be a Mage. He was born in the Serion Kingdom, a fully pledged magic Kingdom. Seems like a perfect match, right? Unfortunately, no. He's just a commoner, working endlessly to maintaining the lifestyle of Mages.

On his 15th birthday, his last chance to escape from a miserable life was destroyed when he was deemed to have no magic potential. 

For thousands of Serion's citizens that would be the end of their dreams. But how could this story be any fun, ending like that? 

Follow Karl and his friends while they tried to fight against oppression. Will the system bend them to submission or will they break the chains of destiny? 

Spoiler alert! After thousands of years, an ancient Magic system will be reborn in the small Caiset village.

What should you expect?

- Kingdom Building (For sure! The heavy lifting will come later, I promise! Foundation is important, please be patient);

- Epic battles (A Kingdom is not built without war and conflict. Who doesn't like good fights? Let's bring some excitement to this novel!);

- Multiple leading characters (Karl convinced them to get on the bus, but this is a very long trip and everyone will need to drive a little);

- Scientific Magic System (Especially Alchemy! I'm in no way trying to take the fantasy out of Magic. I just feel like trying to do something more logical. I'll probably stumble on a fine line, but I’m counting on you to keep me on track!);

- World Building (Here, it's where a really need help. Please don't get the wrong idea, I’m not diving without any equipment. I planned the background stories, plot and the world. I just think that you might see somethings I missed);

- Fun?  (I'll try to insert some humor into the story, but that’s an experience we will go through together).

Other points I find important:

Alchemy is mostly crafting magic tools, but it will go a little further down the road. Even if you don't like crafting, weapon enhancing, and whatnot, don’t give up on the novel. You might be surprised about Alchemy's reach later. Also, other types of Magic will play an important role here, just not the leading role. 

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Please leave comments! 

Check out my spin-off novels, Merchant Queen and Harbinger of Death. Both are independent but share the same world and can give additional info on worldbuilding and hidden plots.
https://www.webnovel.com/book/merchant-queen_19558561806766805
https://www.webnovel.com/book/the-harbinger-of-death_19558562105625405

"Following the time" was originally a characteristic and privilege of the aristocrats because only the aristocrats held the tools and methods to accurately calculate time. Whether they were magic timers or mechanical clocks from the Dwarf Kingdom, all of them weren't items that civilians could possess. Thus, the aristocrats viewed "following the time" as a part of upper-class society, treating it as an etiquette and rule, while civilians simply relied on the sun and astrology to roughly gauge the time and arrange their work using that. This was a normality at any aristocratic territory other than the Cecil territory. 
However, in the Cecil territory, everyone's lives would strictly follow "time" — which hour and minute to start work, which hour and minute to end work, what time the mess hall served meals, what time night classes began. Everything had a precise timescale, from the territory officials to the common people; that was the case for everyone. 
This was the change that Gawain brought. It was a change made to reverse the chaotic, primitive, and inefficient production model; only an exact timetable could ensure that factories could operate smoothly, and only an exact timetable could have people aware of the importance of efficiency. Initially, many civilians were rather puzzled by such a requirement; only because of the feudal lord's great prestige did they confusedly follow this newly set rule. However, at this point, "punctual" had become a familiar term in the territory: even young children understood the necessity of punctuality. 
This was because they had to come to school punctually for lessons — even earlier than the adults — and study longer than the adults; the requirements for them were even stricter. 
Gawain had yet to implement full-time schooling for the time being, so the children of the Cecil territory currently had to spend half of their day helping their parents with manual labor at home. After lunch, they had to report to the "Cecil General Academy" located in the south of the territory. 
This was a brand new school constructed using bricks and cement. Its main building was the territory's most stylish building, with the largest area other than the various factories. And the Cecil territory's flag fluttered above the square by the school, the huge and prestigious emblems of Cecil and Anzu printed on the walls —— Gawain was firmly convinced that the sense of honor and belonging had to be fostered from a young age. Compared to the adults whose worldview was already solidified, having children develop knowledge of this aspect early was even more important. Moreover, the distinct and dignified symbol of the school also helped in raising the civilians' enthusiasm about "enrolling in school": receiving education arranged by the feudal lord in such a stylish facility, this would become something very honorable in the eyes of many. 
Even if they could not sense honor, Gawain wanted to instill in them the thinking that doing so was very honorable.
The adults' night school began after work had ended in the evening, whereas the children attended lessons in the school from the afternoon. They would learn here until the sun set, then have a free dinner with the teachers (this dinner was also one of the motivations for adults being willing to send their children to school), and then continue learning after dinner. When the adults' night classes ended, the children would return home together with their parents.
The mindset of adults was typically solidified: accepting new knowledge would become something rather difficult. Thus, Gawain's demands for the majority of the adult workers in the territory was simply being able to read and count; at the least, they would be able to understand the operating instructions of the machines in the factories. On the other hand, children were precious "blank papers": they had yet to be polished and numbed by life and could still accept liberal new thoughts and new knowledge. Therefore, Gawain always attached great importance to the children's education. 
At the beginning of the territory's construction, there were almost no children in the entire town. This was because those who fled from the old Cecil territory were basically all robust adults. Although women and children were given priority during the evacuation, under the Dark Wave's corroding environment, more than half of the children who had weaker constitutions weren't able to survive. —— Only until several population expansions later did the Cecil territory finally have a juvenile generation once more. Some were slaves sold here together with their parents (if not for Gawain's liberation system, these children and their descendants would be slaves for generations). There were also the homeless rescued by Joan and Tom. Even though these children still had to live in the buffer camp with their parents, there were arrangements for them to come for lessons at the academy every day. 
Today, they were adding a special new course.
Santis Seid nervously tidied his clothes in the staff room. The staff room was very simple and unadorned, but there was a full-length mirror. A maxim that the feudal lord bestowed to the teachers of the academy was pasted on it: Be a mirror.
Santis straightened out his slightly worn magic robe, smoothing out the creases on the robe a little clumsily. He saw the maxim on the upper section of the mirror; there was wisdom in the feudal lord's words, yet he still couldn't quite understand why this maxim would appear here. Only, compared to understanding this phrase, he was more worried about whether he would be able to smoothly cope with this first lesson. 
He was going to teach a group of poor children, getting them to learn knowledge that even children of wealthy merchants and Knights might not be able to take in. Could this really be done?
He had once worked as the family tutor of some merchants or small aristocrats; those children of the wealthy could more or less be considered "the future upper class of good upbringing", but teaching them to study was still a chore, and now, he was about to face a bunch of children of serfs, slave laborers, contract slaves, and freemen. This young Grade 2 Arcanist literally didn't dare to imagine how he would begin this first lesson with them. 
But the bell for lessons was about to be sounded. Through the window, he saw the hunched old man responsible for sounding the bell already walking towards the brass bell hanging in the courtyard with a small hammer. Any more hesitance at this moment was meaningless. 
Santis Seid tidied his collar one last time. Then, with a determined expression, he picked up the rough draft and lesson plan that he had prepared at the side, pushed open the door of the staff room, and strode out on wide steps toward the children's classroom. 
After pushing open the door, he saw two apprentices who were cleaning the room stare blankly at him —— he'd gotten the wrong door. 
"Sor—sorry!" The haughtiness and imposing manner of an occupational spellcaster was completely absent in the young Arcanist. He nervously apologized, his face flushed due to embarrassment. Without waiting for the two apprentices to respond, he had returned to the corridor like he was escaping.
The bell for lesson had already sounded, but Santis consecutively pushed open the wrong door twice in the corridor before he found the classroom where he ought to be holding his lesson. He pushed open that door almost frantically. Upon seeing a room full of disorderly, dirty children of staggered ages dressed in patched clothes, he finally heaved a sigh of relief.
The children who rushed to lessons were making a din. Despite this not being their first time entering the school, the word "discipline" still hadn't entered their heads. These children of different ages who came from different places treated the classroom as a place for gatherings, making it noisy and chaotic. Their parents could be serfs, freemen, slaves, or even refugees, but they'd yet to grasp the concept in this aspect, so all the children were mixed together, a complete, utter mess. 
Usually, the teachers who taught the general-studies lessons could use loud voices to intimidate these children, but Santis Seid did not have such a loud voice (or the courage that corresponded with a loud voice). When he'd just pushed open the door to step in, the classroom had indeed gone quiet for a moment, but that was merely the children temporarily pausing their racket due to curiosity. Soon, the noise returned, and this time, the children's focus of discussion had changed from dinner to the magic robe on Santis.
"Look! A new teacher!"
"A new teacher wearing a magic robe. That must be a magic robe!"
"The new teacher is a Mage lord! He must be able to conjure a dragon…"
"Shh, you'll be dead if he gets angry!"
"That magic robe is so old…"
The slightly older children still knew to look at Santis's magic robe and the short staff at his waist with fear, but those younger were completely fearless. They had yet to learn to immediately bow humbly upon seeing Mage lords, like their parents would. —— Similarly, Santis had also failed to grasp the "guts" of the common Mages who would casually toss out a small fireball when they were offended by rude lowly commoners and cripple them. 
He could only release that few arcane bullets a day. 
Hence, he could only open his mouth futilely, his voice so soft that even the first row could barely hear him well. "Be quiet… Everyone, be quiet. It's time for class…" 
No one listened to him, just as he had expected: the children of civilians were even harder to handle.
Santis felt perspiration oozing out on his face. He felt that his first lesson might have failed, but a handkerchief was suddenly handed to him from the side. —— He looked over in surprise and saw a girl with big eyes holding the handkerchief, looking at him. 
This girl was slightly puny but was dressed in a very clean and neat cotton dress; there was also a small hairpin on her head. This showed that she probably came from a rather well-to-do family. She held the handkerchief forward again, opening her mouth to make "ah ah" sounds. 
"Than—thank you…" Santis didn't think that there would be a child this sensible. He immediately said his thanks while he took the handkerchief, wiping his perspiration and smiling. "You didn't scream and shout like the others. You're really sensible…" 
His words had just fallen when a boy suddenly shouted out, "Because Pea is a mute!" 
The girl with very big eyes immediately glared at the boy. The latter quickly shrunk his neck. "Sorry, Sister Pea…" 
This girl was called Pea, and she was a mute?
Santis faltered for a moment. He recalled that he had indeed seen the odd name, "Pea" previously in the student register, but he didn't expect to actually have a mute amongst his students.
And within two seconds of his daze, Santis suddenly caught, through his peripheral vision, a small hand poking out from under his desk. This hand was holding a slate used for writing; several words were crookedly written on it: Use a magic, sir. 
Then, this slate was swiftly retracted. Santis didn't even get a clear look of who it was from.
He was stunned for a moment and finally responded. Then, he briefly lifted his right hand. —— He only had a few precious chances of spellcasting everyday, and he was using one on his first lesson.
A small arcane energy ball flew out from his hand, all the way to the middle of the classroom; then it exploded with a pop. The magic sparks that scattered in all directions looked as if a firework had been lit up in the room. 
All the children quietened down at once.
They watched their new teacher in awe, as if they'd only finally realized now, finally confirmed that —— this was a true Mage. 
Just like Madam Heidi, he was a Mage.
The children gazed speechlessly at one another, while Santis finally knew what he ought to do.
"Children." The young Grade 2 Arcanist put on a smile. He tossed his former experiences of tutoring the young aristocrats and merchants to the back of his head, throwing away those meaningless ostentatious opening remarks, throwing away those "etiquette of first contact" and rules, and said what he most wanted to say right now. "Let me tell you how to distinguish runes, as well as the basic theory for them to be effective." 
These children might not be able to release one spell using their own hands all their lives.
Santis turned around and used chalk to write down the title of the first lesson on the blackboard. 
No one in history had considered imparting all the secrets of magic to every single person without reservation. 
The fundamental runes for earth, fire, wind, and water were transferred from the tip of the chalk to the blackboard, followed by the derived runes of frost, lightning, and various others. 
However, these children could use their brains to remember this knowledge, using paper and pen to calculate this knowledge. Miss Jenni had already proven the value of such "calculations"; the feudal lord also believed in these values.
Santis turned around. What he saw were dozens of curious and intent eyes —— they were capable of paying attention. 
"Let us begin the first lesson."


During Gawain transmigration, a little problem occurs.
After hovering in the sky above the land of a strange world for over hundreds of thousands of years, he realizes that perhaps his transmigration is completed by acquiring a physical body.
Never did he imagine that he would have to guide the body out of a coffin after going through great difficulties to obtain it, only to come face-to-face with his two extremely shocked great-great-great-great... great-granddaughters, and also—
Be thrust into a world that's the verge of its era’s end.

As it turns out, my close encounter with the terrifying descendant of the wolf was highly fortunate for me, as it led to the discovery that would change my entire purpose of being, or at least fulfil it. I found surviving humans, though not in the form I had originally imagined.

Children. That's what they were, just young children. 

I was wandering through a large city, skyscrapers looming overhead, but a bright and pleasant day overall. Mother nature was beginning her work here, with trees and grasses growing up from the ground, cracking concrete and tipping lamp posts, great vines starting their climb up the sides of every standing structure, from small stores to cars to skyscrapers and everything in between. A faint sound of birds chirping in their new-found free haven, several groups of deer scouring the outskirts of the town for food and drinkable water. 

I turned a corner and...well there they were, as simple as that. Perhaps half a dozen of them, small, ordinary-looking human children. If a bit dirty and clad in simple rags, they were still just children, standing dazedly, some sniffling and holding each other while their compatriots looked around slowly and formed plans in the ways that only children can. I ducked back around the corner before any of them saw me, and took the opportunity to further a hypothesis I had. As I was scribbling, I heard a soft, human female voice call out. 

I froze, thinking at first they had noticed me, but looking around quickly I realised someone must be talking to the children up the road. I risked a glance around the corner and was thoroughly relieved at what I saw. A group of human survivors. They looked like they were doing rather well for themselves, in clean clothing and well-supplied for scavenging trips, there were a dozen of them that I could see. From the way some were gesturing around corners and into buildings, I gathered there must be more with them.

The children shied away at first, unsure of their new situation. The oldest of the boys and girls had come forward, keeping their (family?) behind them in a protective gesture. A puppy snarling at wolves perhaps, but in this time that was the most reassuring thing I could have seen. The woman who had called out just smiled, speaking in low, soft tones with words I couldn't quite make out over the distance. She walked toward the group, slowly and alone as the other adults went about their tasks, with a couple keeping general watch, though their mood was fairly jovial. 

The woman seemed to have some food in her hand, though, again, I couldn't discern what it was due to the distance. She went down on one knee perhaps ten feet away from the small group, taking a bite from her snack then offering it to the closest of the children, who walked forward slowly and accepted it. Soon several more adults came forward with food and I got the distinct impression that this was not the first time something like this had happened.

The children didn't seem to be able to speak or understand what the adults were saying, but their soft tones and infectious laughter soon had the groups blending together easily, some of the adults carrying the smallest children on their necks and arms. Spare clothing was brought out and the children were given a quick clean, what I presume to be a quick medical check by another of the adults, then were clothed and carried away with what salvage the teams had managed to recover in the time. 

I noticed, too, that some of the adults had hunting equipment with them, several rifles and a good handful of hunting bows, but they seemed to give most priority to the bags and carts they were carrying and pulling.

I hadn't the slightest idea what the situation was with the children at the time, though I have now made extensive notes on the matter which you can find later. Needless to say, it lifted my spirits in so many ways to see a glimmer of humanity shine through, even in the darkest of times.

Well, what would you say if you were interviewed after the world ended?



Year 2, Spring, First Month, First Week. 

The meeting with the elders continued, the next important topic was the new village’s organization. 

Since they would get more free hands, they would need to redistribute the work in the village. Again, Karl reminded them of the need for more resources. For now, their only option for gathering more materials was to expand their hunting parties. 

At this time, Omero stepped up and offered an organizational plan, even Karl was surprised by the boldness of the plan. 

Currently, they had 2148 villagers, of which 36 elders, 50 babies, 60 kids, 733 teens, 1240 healthy adults and 30 sick adults. The Chief was proposing the new organization: 

1000 Adults working in the magic fields; 

300 Teens working in the village fields; 

90 Adults in fixed positions; 

150 Rotating adults; 

100 Teens helping Karl; 

150 Teens hunting and training (Including the former hunting team); 

150 Teens crafting; 

32 Teens in odd jobs. 

The 150 rotating adults and the 32 teens would help in different jobs around the village, like cooking, taking care of children, help sowing and harvesting. 

From the 90 adults with fixed positions, 60 would be placed in the hunting team, 20 would help with crafting tools and weapons, six would help Karl and the other four would hold management positions. 

Before the meeting participants could digest the unexpected plan, the Chief made another proposal, even bolder. The creation of a Council, which would be responsible for making important decisions and managing the village. 

Most of the villagers present were a little shocked by Omero proposing something that would reduce his power, but Marlen and Bill understood what the Chief was doing. 

First, as soon as the villagers’ lives started improving, power struggles would also appear, and one way of dealing with it was to give everyone a chance to strive for a position of power. 

Also, in Omero’s opinion, centralized power was something that would result in disaster, sooner or later. So, he chose to divide the power in the village from the beginning, the decisions wouldn’t only weigh on him and he could still maintain the position of leader. In a way, he was gathering support and solidifying his position. 

After discussing, they decided that the Council would be formed by 16 members, who would vote on the village’s important decisions. Other than voting, some Council members would also hold management positions. 

The management positions would be necessary to supervise and carry projects in the areas of farming, hunting, crafting, and Alchemy. 

The Chief proposed that these four management areas should be handled by four members, preferably adults, that would stay permanently within the village. Although the elders were more experienced, it was an unspoken truth that they could die at any time. 

Regarding the Alchemy and hunting areas management, Chief Omero asked Diana and Karl with they would accept the position, however, both of them didn’t want to be held by supervising and planning tasks, instead, they promised to work closely with the managers. 

He suggested that the 16 Council positions, should be held by him, the hunting team veterans, the four adults from the management areas and five other elders. They discuss it, thought it was fair and agreed. 

To chose the elders they would hold an election. Of course, Omero planned for Bill and Marlen to get into the Council, but since they were popular among the villagers it shouldn’t be a problem for them to win fairly. 

The other four members would be appointed once the election was over, by vote and decision of the 12 Council members. 

Before electing the Council members, they decided to select the villagers that would enter the hunting team or help Karl. So, they would use the next three days to do a selection and held the election the day after. 

The elders were pleased with the delay, the three days would be a precious time to gather more supporters. They finished the meeting and everyone left excited to carry their tasks. Caiset was becoming a new village and they couldn’t wait to see how it would be like. 

......... 

“Move out of the way, Slave”. 

A Fighter soldier pushed Akino to the side while glancing at him in disgust. 

Akino didn't mind him and continued to stand in line to get his meal portion. He knew better than reacting to the bullying treatment, that Fighter could have a lot of friends only waiting for a reason to beat him up. 

Akino spent the last three months fighting in the front lines and he was getting better by the day, which would arouse envy among the other Fighters, especially the recruits that came from well-off families. 

Winter came and left while Akino was battling the Sandines, but he didn't felt much difference in the temperature except some cold breezes at night. The southern region of the Serion Kingdom bordered the Sandine Kingdom, which was located on top of vast arid and sandy lands. 

Even without cold and snow, winter wasn't a favorable time in the southern borders. The dry climate made for another new torment, especially on the battlefields. 

Akino was grateful for the opportunity to improve in the frontlines but he was growing tired by the constant battles and accumulate wounds. Even though they had access to a healer, he was always last in line for the treatment, another courtesy of his poor upbringing. 

Fortunately, the Sandines stop attacking in these last two days. Akino made use of the unexpected pause to sleep and recover. One of the perks of being in the Fighter’s regiment was to be the second line in battle and thus not have to stay alert all the time. 

Akino started eating the plain-tasting soup served with a piece of bread happily. He heard his comrades complaining about the food quality but just made a mental remark that eating the slave food for one day could get them to straighten up. 

“Ahhhh...” 

Before his neighboring comrades could put their food away, Akino already stood up with his sword drawn prepared to respond to whatever made the soldier scream. More screams made to their ears but nobody could see anything. 

Akino started to absorb magic energy and circle it towards his legs and hands, which made him grasp the sword even tighter. The anticipation was nerve-wracking, fortunately, it didn't take long for their Captain to start yelling orders. 

“Soldiers in line! I want teams of four to stay together... Move! It's a night attack... Probably, some Origin forsaken nocturnal Beastmen...” 

Akino couldn't help but swallow dry and look wary at the dark sky before moving near to the other three Fighters. In the stories that circulated in the camp, he heard about all sort of strange Beastmen attacks that would leave behind a massacre. 

The rumors, of course, were exaggerated. What actually happened was that some Generals got surprised by an attack that they didn't expect due to it being impractical for Human soldiers to execute. Like a water attack from aquatic Beastmen or a sky attack from flying Beastmen. 

“Ahhhhh... Hel...” 

An army slave came running from the front line direction, screaming something incomprehensible. Before he could get to the Fighters camp, he was picked by a dark silhouette and dragged to the sky. 

Even in Akino's scared mind, he couldn't imagine that they would be attacked by some nocturnal flying Beastmen. 

“Arrows! Pick up the bows and start shooting”. The Captain ordered. 

Akino pushed the fear away and started running towards the weapon’s barrack. Unfortunately, aside from the archer's unit, the other soldiers would only keep their swords near, the few bows they had would only be used in specific and pre-arranged situations. 

As usual, most of the other soldiers hesitated to follow the orders or even pretend to not have listened to them. Only Akino and a couple of soldiers charged into the barrack at the risk of standing out and being attacked. 

The Fighters could use a shield right now. Unfortunately, it was heavy equipment, not suitable for their high mobility in battle, only specific units or strong Knights would use it in the war. 

Soon, another scream was heard and a Fighter was dragged up between the slashing struggles of his group's comrades. Another one followed, being dragged from another group, however this time, a fellow Fighter successfully slash the enemy. 

The Beastman screamed and ended up dropping the Fighter a few meters further. The saved soldier screamed in pain from the fall but managed to run to another group. 

At this time, Akino and other soldiers exited the weapons barrack with drawn arrows. However, they still couldn't see the enemy. Akino saw that his comrades were also having problems and decide to ask for help. 

“Captain! Anyone! It's too dark, we can't see them... We need fire!”. 

The confusion and unwillingness spread through the Fighters, some even shout back insults to Akino, but fortunately, the Captain heard and started giving orders. 

Another Fighter was picked and some attempts were made before they finally started a big fire, revealing the scary form of bat-like Beastmen circling in the sky. 

Akino and the other bow-armed Fighters started shooting, not aiming too much and not sparing arrows. Akino tried to conduct magic energy to his eyes but couldn't get the vision-enhancing technic to work, he could only give up and moved to empower his shoots instead. 

He wounded a Bat Beastman and killed another one before they started to retreat. Later he discovered that these Beastmen weren't very strong and would only keep attacking if they had the cover of the night. 

Akino hoped that after his performance in tonight’s attack, they would improve his treatment. He didn't care about the bullying and eating cold food, but he could use timely healing and someone teaching him how to better use magic energy to fight.

Karl always wanted to be a Mage. He was born in the Serion Kingdom, a fully pledged magic Kingdom. Seems like a perfect match, right? Unfortunately, no. He's just a commoner, working endlessly to maintaining the lifestyle of Mages.
On his 15th birthday, his last chance to escape from a miserable life was destroyed when he was deemed to have no magic potential. For thousands of Serion's citizens that would be the end of their dreams. But how could this story be any fun, ending like that? 
Follow Karl and his friends while they tried to fight against the Kingdom's oppression. Will the system bend them to submission or will they break the chains of destiny? 

Spoiler alert: After thousands of years, an ancient Magic system will be reborn in the small Caiset village.

What should you expect?
- Kingdom Building: For sure! The heavy lifting will come later, I promise! Foundation is important, please be patient;
- Epic battles: A Kingdom is not built without war and conflict. Who doesn't like good fights? Let's bring some excitement to this novel!;
- Multiple leading characters: Karl convinced them to get on the bus, but this is a very long trip and everyone will need to drive a little;
- Scientific Magic System: Especially Alchemy! I'm in no way trying to take the fantasy out of Magic. I just feel like trying to do something more logical;
- World Building: I’m using some basic concepts from traditional Fantasy Worlds and trying to add some nice touches to make it unique;
- Fun?: I'll try to insert some humor into the story, but that’s an experience we will go through together.

Check out my spin-off novels, Merchant Queen and Harbinger of Death. Both are independent but share the same world and can give additional info on worldbuilding and hidden plots.
https://www.webnovel.com/book/the-harbinger-of-death_19558562105625405
https://www.webnovel.com/book/merchant-queen_19558561806766805

Don't forget to check the comments section for images (Magic tools, Inventory, ...)

Ickapoo finds meaning in finding a Community to belong to. To kill will destroy your soul, but to love Others in place of war, terror, hatred will redeem your soul and others simultaneously.
In the speculative future in Ender’s Game , humanity is preparing to launch an attack on the homeworld of an alien race called the Formics who had attacked Earth and killed millions. Over the course of fifty years, gifted children are trained by the International Fleet to become commanders of a new fleet for this counter-attack. 
Cadet Andrew "Ender" Wiggin draws the attention of Colonel Hyrum Graff and Major Gwen Anderson by his aptitude in simulated space combat. They order the removal of his monitor, signifying the end of the cadet program. Ender is attacked by Stilson, a student he defeated in the combat simulation, but Ender fights back and nearly kills him. Ender confesses his guilt to his older sister Valentine, but is harassed further by their older brother Peter. Graff arrives to reveal he was being tested and is still part of the program. Graff brings Ender to Battle School, placing Ender with other cadets his age, but treats him as extraordinary, ostracizing him from the others.Ender resents being singled out and isolated from his peers.
Among other studies in defence and combat training, the cadets are placed in squads and perform training games in a zero gravity "Battle Room". Ender quickly adapts to the games, devising new strategies older students have not yet seen. Graff reassigns Ender to Salamander Army, led by Commander Bonzo Madrid. Bonzo is resentful of the new addition and prevents Ender from training. Another cadet, Petra Arkanian, takes Ender and trains him privately. In one match, Ender goes against Bonzo's orders and works with Petra to achieve a key victory for his army.Meanwhile, Ender plays a computerized "mind game" set in a fantasy world aimed to present difficult choices to the player. In one situation, Ender creates an outside the box solution to overcome a seemingly unsolvable problem. Later, he encounters a Formic in the game, and then a simulated image of Valentine entering the ruins of a castle. Inside, he finds another image of Valentine but as he nears, it turns into an image of Peter before the game ends. It is a foreshadowing of his own manipulation by the adults to turn into a ruthless killer and an annihilator of an entire alien Formic species by the end of the film. Ender turns into Peter, the sociopath that he dreads and hates. At learning he has turned into Peter Ender experiences remorse and seeks to make amends to the Formics by rescuing the incubus Queen to repopulate another planet with Formics. 
Graff promotes Ender to his own squad, made from other students that have gained Ender's trust. They are put in increasingly difficult battles. In one match against two other teams including Bonzo's squad, Ender devises a novel strategy of sacrificing part of his team to achieve a goal, impressing Graff. Bonzo physically attacks Ender in the bathroom after the match, but Ender fights back and Bonzo falls during the struggle, accidentally paralyzing him .Guilty over this, Ender prepares to quit Battle School, but Graff has Valentine speak to him and persuade him to continue. Ender has doubts about continuing because he fears he will just turn out to be another Peter, but Valentine convinces him he has to save the human race. Ender hates being turned into a cold blooded killer with the deaths of Bonzo and Stilson on his hands and the way the adults have turned him into a murderer just to advance humanity’s violence against an alien species which eventually had intended them no harm.
Graff takes Ender to humanity's forward base on a former Formic planet near their homeworld. There, Ender meets Mazer Rackham, who explains how he spotted the shared-mind nature of the Formics to stop the attack fifty years prior. Ender finds that his former squad members are also here to help him train in computerized simulations of large fleet combat; Rackham puts special emphasis on the fleet's Molecular Detachment (MD) Device that is capable of disintegrating matter. Ender's training is rigorous and Anderson expresses concern they are pushing Ender too fast, but Graff notes they have run out of time to replace Ender.
Ender's final test is monitored by several of the fleet commanders. As the simulation starts, Ender finds his fleet over the Formic homeworld and vastly outnumbered. He orders most of his fleet to sacrifice themselves to protect the MD long enough to fire on the homeworld. The simulation ends, and Ender believes the test is over, but the commanders restart the video screens, showing that the destruction of the Formic homeworld was real and Ender had been controlling the real fleet this time. Despite Graff's assurance he will be known as a hero, Ender is furious as he feels responsible for the annihilation and everyone will remember him as a killer.Ender feels the adults have manipulated him to kill Stilson, Bonzo and the Formic species, he feels his training at combat school has turned him into a merciless killer like his brother Peter and the result is that he hates the adults for taking away his innocence and turning him into a ruthless killer.
Ender, now ten years old, is promoted to Command School on Eros, skipping several years of training. After some preliminary battles in the simulator, he is introduced to a former war hero, Mazer Rackham. From now on, while believing them to be simulations controlled by Mazer, Ender directs real human spacecraft against bugger fleets via an instantaneous communicator. As the skirmishes become harder, he is joined by some of his friends from the Battle School as sub-commanders. Despite this, Ender becomes depressed by the battles, his isolation, and by the way Mazer treats him.
When told that he is facing his final test, Ender finds his fleet far outnumbered by the Formics  surrounding their queens' homeworld. Hoping to get himself expelled from the school for his ruthlessness, he sacrifices his entire fleet to launch a Molecular Detachment Device. The Device destroys the planet and the surrounding bugger fleet. Mazer informs Ender that he has been fighting real battles and not simulations, and that Ender has won the war. Ender becomes more depressed on learning this and of the deaths of Stilson and Bonzo.
As Ender struggles with his feelings, he recognizes one of the Formic structures nearby similar to the ruined castle from the game, and believing they were trying to communicate with him, races out towards it. He follows the path set by the game, and encounters a dying Formic queen who has been protecting another queen egg. The Formics regret their original attack on Earth and had never intended to continue the war. The Queen acknowledges that while Ender carried out the genocide of her race, he had only wanted peace and forgives him.Ender writes in a letter to Valentine that he is heading to deep space with the egg, determined to colonize a new Formic world with it.Ender had never intended genocide or to become a cold blooded murderer of the Formic Race and feels remorse about the genocide, seeking to make amends to the Formic Race thereafter by repopulating a planet with a new Formic colony.
Ender finds that his training in Combat school increasingly isolating and depressing.At the end of Combat school he finds himself guilty of the murders of Bonzo and Stilson in a bid to defend himself and finds that Combat school has brought out the inherent violence and murderer in him and turned him into a destroyer and killer.The same feelings of guilty overwhelm him when he kills the entire Formics race on a lie to him by the adult Commanders that it was all just a simulation, he feels depressed that he has annihilated an entire species and believes that the Formic Queen had been trying to communicate with him via the computer game he had been playing.
 He then resolves to take the incubus of the new Formic Queen to a new planet to recreate the Formic race. What alienates Ender is that Combat school has isolated him and turned him into a ruthless killer with only the instinct to destroy like his sociopath brother Peter. All traces of compassion seem to have been erased in him by the end of his journey which compels him to seek to revive the Formic race in repatriation for the destruction he has caused. Ender’s tale is also about the manipulation of children by ruthless adults who will sacrifice Ender’s youth and innocence to achieve their aims of annihilating the Formic race who prove a threat to human civilization though Ender eventually discovers the Formics had never intended to attack them and thus resolves to make amends to the Formics by taking the incubus Formic Queen to a new planet to repopulate the planet with the Formic species. 
At heart of the film thus is the loss of innocence in Ender who is manipulated from being a child skilled in combat to a ruthless annihilator of an entire alien species. Ender resents his manipulation by the adults to turn him into a cold heartless killer and feels revulsion at himself for having killed Bonzo and Stilson out of defense but nonetheless in cold blood and feels hatred at the adults for turning him into a cold heartless killer and destroyed his childhood. It is out of such repentance of his murderous ways that Ender seeks to repopulate a planet with the Formic species. Ender’s game is thus a film about the brutal ways of war and how it destroys Ender’s conscience and innocence by turning him into a ruthless killer without any compassion like his brother sociopath Peter.Ender himself mentions that he kills his enemy by first understanding them and knowing what will undo them then executing his deadly kill but discloses that in the moment he understands his enemies he loves them. This explains why he feels he must make amends to the Formic species. 
Ender’s game is thus about the childhood loss of innocence that comes with the initiation to combat and violence, Ender finds himself manipulated into turning into a heartless and brutal murderer at the end of Combat school, with the blood of Bonzo, Stilson and the Formic race on his hands. Ender’s game is thus a critique of violence and war mongering instinct in the human species, it is fear of the unknown that drives us to kill alien species before they attack us, not knowing they intend no ill or violence towards our species. The solution to conflict is communication rather than violence, as Ender’s communication with the Formic Queen reveals they had not intended to kill the human race but simply to observe. Ender’s game thus remains a critique of military violence and the loss of innocence that it leads to in the child Ender. Ender then resolves to replace violence and murder with peace by recovering the Formic species on another planet.
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It was the year 2046. In the distant and faraway planet or Yr lived a lonely alien named Ickapoo. It had no friends as all its species had been vanquished from a meteor storm. In its solitude and misery it pined for a companion.
Yr was a bare and inhospitable planet. With winds blowing at 150 km an hour, it was virtually impossible to see past the blizzard and storm. Ickapoo yearned for friends and company. Many a time he fiddled with his transistor radio, sending out messages and hoping for a response. He sent fire launchers and rockets into space, hoping that some space traveler would find out about his existence. Ickapoo was an alienated alien. In the same way humans wondered whether we were the only species to inhabit the universe, Ickapoo felt estranged and isolated from the rest of the cosmos.  Join Ickapoo on his escapades across galaxies and worlds in search of company.
Ickapoo the lonely Alien, 2046 is created by Chung Chin-Yi , an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author

After he decided to steal the shelter's new gen weapons, Gbenga told 16 of them about his plans, they went to the armory of the underground shelter to steal weapons and found their teacher, Bola, there she also planned on stealing weapons; she didn't want to experience the hopelessness she experienced after meeting Jade.
They went away from the underground shelter and lived in the no-man's land. They lived everyday by hunting undead and eating them and life was good, they were growing stronger, they had asked the IP a lot of question and since they treated the IP as a game system they had asked for information on the special rewards a month into their stay and discovered that they could evolve into superior High Humans, but getting the required encode was way harder.
Except for Bella, who already had Pinnacle intelligence and evolved into a (Superior) High Human without hassle. They were all jealous and worked hard to get a superior evolution. 
They decided to give one person all their acquired en-code to quickly improve their group's strength which worked wonderfully, creating a virtuous cycle as the more people evolved the quicker others could. It only took 2 weeks for all of them to evolve. 3 weeks after they all evolved they met other people apart from themselves.
They people the met were from the underground shelter, there were 62 of them. The leaders of the shelter had decided to move people batch by batch, but the undead were getting smarter and used to their escape tactics so the last of the leaders left without some of them.
They had been surviving on their own with the little weapons left until they met the class. The class members decided to join them and soon discovered some anomalies; they hadn't all evolved and those that had evolved were not superior. This fact was unusual to them since they had done it so quickly they expected that the large group would have succeeded.
The large group was made up of adults ranging from 20 – 40 years of age. There was a hierarchy among them which eventually caused disagreements since their hierarchy worked with those that had evolved at the top and those that hadn't at the bottom.
Those who had evolved did their best to prevent those who hadn't from evolving by taking protection en-code from those who hadn't evolved. This system kept them in power and allowed them to grow without much danger.
At first the members of the class were appalled by the system of the adults and tried to help those that hadn't evolved to evolve. Bola, the teacher was against the idea but since it was a majority ruling she didn't get her way.
At first they got the 54 people that were yet to evolve and told them of how they did theirs with team work and found it quite easy to get superior evolutions. The class expected that since they had a bigger group they would be able to evolve even quicker.
The first problem was that unlike them who were kids, the minds of the adults in this group had not adapted to their new world as quickly as their young minds had. They were very averse to facing undead and got scared and discouraged easily.
In this negative atmosphere the adults resorted to cheating and lying; not sharing all the en-code that they had and claiming that they got lesser amounts of en-code than they actually got. This was due to the lack of comradery with existed among this group of adults, unlike the class with had survived their encounter with Jade together and grown stronger mentally together through that and had the goal of never being in that situation, the adults were not as closely knit.
Lies, deception, factions, politics and other factors came to play in the distribution of en-code and some of the adults started asking for the person who they were all supposed to give en-code to for evolution to change, saying that the person planned on going back to the old group after they evolved.
Regardless of the truth of the situation the class persevered through the lies and trickery and then the person they had chosen for evolution evolved after a week of hunting. But the person did not become superior; the person noticed the group's reluctance to share their en-code so the person stopped improving their stats and just went for a normal evolution since it was better than nothing.
This incident worsened the situation of the adult group and the adults began to return to their former leaders; their efforts had failed magnificently. On seeing their failure, the former leaders consoled the class and told them that they foresaw such a problem was why they made such a system of governance. 
The head of the group said "Hierarchy is a very important part of human society, everyone believes in equality, at least on the surface, but rarely do you find a group where the individuals truly see each other equal. The bigger the group the harder it is for people not to create factions and parties. A hierarchy gives people a goal, a purpose, a path"
The leader asked that the class members stay with them so that some of their comradery could rub off on their group. They agreed.
Bola did not oppose their decision this time since they didn't especially seek her opinion for this issue even after their previous failure she felt they hadn't experienced enough failures for them to take her seriously.
Over 2 months of cooperation, the large group infected the class with their ways and some of the class members decided that they wanted to take the protection en-code which the leading members of the large group collected. Gbenga slowly saw the great team he had made crumble because of greed. They refused to work together anymore and a lot of problems ensued.
This was mostly because of the temptations of the adults that hadn't evolved. They gave sexual favors to the hormone filled teens and put ideas in their heads that made them doubt the benefit of staying in their class group.
Ironically, the job of the class of teens was mostly to baby sit the adults that hadn't evolved while they hunted. The first mistake was that Gbenga refused to receive compensation from the adults for their service so that his group wouldn't enter their protection en-code cycle. This worked against him as the class members felt they were wasting their time and energy for no reward.
The second mistake was that Gbenga allowed his group to socialize with the adult group, he underestimated the power a simple discussion could have. This allowed the class members' minds to perceive that they would have a pleasant life if they adopted the same system as the adults. They saw what the leaders enjoyed for little to no work while they suffered even though they contributed the most.
The final mistake was caused by Gbenga's rigidity. He refused to change the initial rules of the group causing the group to segment.
Then one night, Bella told him something she discovered but had kept hidden; the discord in their group was planted by the leaders of the large group. They made some of the low ranking members appeal to the members of the group that they felt were weak minded with sexual favors and other gifts. The members had succumbed to the temptation and had now gone the other way.
The reason Bella told him now was that they were planning to kill those who still supported him by abandoning them in the heat of a hunt (raid). There were 7 members who hadn't fallen for the temptations of the large group's leaders in total. Bella and Gbenga told them and they made a plan. 
They turned the large group's plan against them and ran away from their positions when they went on the raid. The large group found themselves trapped behind enemy lines without 7 of their most essential fighters and died. Surviving with only 7 people was way harder but they managed somehow.
They eventually noticed something, something they couldn't stop; the undead were getting stronger. Just like them the undead were getting better and soon the island which had many small monster territories and no-men lands, had only very large monster territories and few no-men lands. The territories became nigh impossible to raid and they lost 2 members of their group along the way.
They had been looking for a way to escape the island since then

Concise Synopsis:
This is a post-apocalyptic story about the origins of various powerful figures that appeared after the apocalypse event. During the apocalypse monsters appeared possessing powers and constitution beyond the limits of human understanding. They ravaged the world and brought down all governments.
The first part of the story follows Jade, a terrorist that was ravaging the world before the monsters arrived.
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Dramatic Synopsis:
The New Gods, the most feared and revered beings on the planet. They are forces capable of absolute destruction and creation.
The Council of Branches
Hayley, the Living Lie (if that is her real name)
Chao Feng, the Prince of Stars
Lara, the Mother of Heroes
The Great City of Tver
Gog, the Ever Losing War
The Unkillable Freak
Dave, the Flow Demon
Avatari, (only the name is known)
Satoshi, the Gentle Hurricane
As Impactful as they are no one knew their origin, they are called the New Gods so there must be Old Gods. I and my colleagues dedicated our lives to finding their origins only to find out that the beings we fear and adore were once like us, average, mortal and weak... at least most of them were.
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*It is a sort of 'reverse RPG' as no one knows anything either skills, abilities  or how the system works but they find out on their own or develop their own skills or abilities.
*The story has many protagonists and point of views but it paints a beautiful story of survival in a world of endless perils for both the humans and the monsters (some monsters are protagonists).
*There is a system but it is very limited (not overpowered) and it treats everyone equally, monster or human. The system is very different from regular systems; no exp, levels and system items (it has similar concepts but they are not the same).
*The story is a world building story where overall, the world is the true main character.
The cover image photo is credited to Angel David https://www.freeimages.com/photographer/angelwave-57636

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