Anyone of any age may apply for residency within the community, but this comes with its own set of risks and rewards. Upon authorization of an application, the applicant is granted residency within the community and an immediate assignment of quarters, as well as a month-long visa beginning the following day. When submitting an application, you must choose which position you want to apply for, and the person must keep in mind that the higher the position, the more difficult the trials will most likely be. The trials are the most difficult and dangerous route into the community, but many people choose this because luck isn't always on their side. When deciding which rank to apply for, one must exercise extreme caution because they will be competing against the Diver who currently holds that position. The applicant may select the rank he desires, but it is up to the Diver in that position to determine what the applicant's trial will entail. In order to keep their position, the applicant must consider that the men in the community must have exceptional strengths, talents, and knowledge. If an applicant fails to outmatch the Diver, the applicant becomes obligated to the Diver whose rank they failed to remove. Before an applicant begins the trial, the debts are disclosed, and if the applicant chooses not to pay their debt, life will be exchanged for payment. Divers of higher rank, on the other hand, may set death as a payment, raising the stakes when attempting to advance in rank.

An applicant from outside the community can only apply for ranks 90 through 100. After becoming a Diver of the lower ranks, the applicant can challenge any Diver of the higher ranks. When a Diver from the lower ranks challenges an applicant, if the applicant outmatches their opponent, the Divers switch ranks. If a Diver from the lower ranks applies to become one of the Exalted, the debts are more severe and can result in the applicant's immediate termination. If a Diver from a lower rank challenges a Diver with the rank of Sanctioned and is unable to outmatch them, the Diver will be made an example of and will be forced to give up their life upon entering the trial. If a Diver of Exalted or higher applies to be Sanctioned and is unable to outmatch their opponent, they will be subject to the debt outlined by their opponent, which may include termination. The sky was dark and foreboding, a reminder of what had become of the world in this post-apocalyptic wasteland. Lykke sat as a man in a long trench coat explained this otherworldly city in front of him. The older gentleman explained that he was a trader, a member of a caravan that had visited the city several times to exchange supplies. Lykke looked back nervously but decisively, aware that what happened next could mean the difference between life and death; he desperately wanted safety but wasn't sure if joining such an environment would be worth it after all. He opened his mouth slightly, then hesitated again before returning to silence, unsure where to begin. The man began tapping his fingers rhythmically on the improvised wooden table that stood between them. While pulling a flask from the inside pocket of his trench coat, the man raised his head and looked at Lykke. "I caught a glimpse of one of those high-ranking fellows." Before taking a long sip from his flask, the man said. "Those men at the very top. They're treated like gods, so they must be something special. In there, at the top of their little food chain. That means no one has beaten them to take their place in quite some time." The man then leaned in closer to the table. "To be honest, I don't think anyone has been crazy enough to even try." The man gave Lykke a small smirk before putting his flask back into his pocket and standing up to leave. The man pushed his chair in, nodded, then turned to walk away. Lykke sat at the table, his hands wrapped around his glass of water, staring into it. Lykke watched as the man gathered his belongings and met up with the rest of his caravan group in the distance, moving on to their next settlement that had been cobbled together in the wastes. He went back inside his home, which was only three rooms made of wood and scrap metal, after sitting and pondering what the man had just told him. He returned to his home, which was only three rooms made of wood and scrap metal found in the wastes, as was every other house in his settlement, after sitting and pondering what the man had just told him. The small house was adequate for a single man. The main room was his workshop, where he used scrap he found or traded for to make improvised weapons to trade, which was how he survived in the dystopia. He honed his craft over the years, and while the items he made were primitive and simple in design, his work was what set the standard for other makers in the area. His works were sought after by traders as a means of protection while traveling, as well as by his settlement as a means of defense against any raiding parties or mutations that came to threaten their small community. Aside from his main room, he had a small bedroom with a mattress he made from old seats, cushions, and straw, as well as a small handmade desk and endtable. Finally, there was his bathroom, which featured a custom-made toilet that opened to dirt and had enough space for a bucket to slide into if necessary. When the rainy season arrives, he uses the bucket to make homemade manure to grow crops that will keep him fed during the winter, or when traders take longer than expected to arrive with supplies.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.