The gods fell. The Usurpers took their place.Now, something old and forgotten has returned. Verdant was born to rule.The realms just haven’t realized it yet. Eight thousand years lost in the void—drifting without form, without memory. He should have been erased, just another soul claimed by the abyss.But something within him refused to let go. When his foot struck an artifact left behind by unseen hands, the System awoke. Reality twisted. A world pulled him in. And the game began. The Usurpers rule with an iron fist. Their System binds him in chains and forces him to kneel. He refuses. Hunted by abyssal horrors. Pressured by an unseen hand. Shackled by laws designed to keep mortals weak and obedient. They rebuilt these realms to keep those like him in check.They will regret letting him in.