Before mortals, there were gods.

They are existences that stood at the pinnacle, born of the primal chaos, and held powers that could destroy stars and shake the universe.

Proud of their strength, they grew arrogant and contested against each other like a child’s cruel game.hey are existences that stood at the pinnacle, born of the primal chaos, and held powers that could destroy stars and shake the universe.

Soon, the first among them was vanquished disappearing into nothingness. At that time, the other gods stood still in shock, because death was, but a concept they had not tested before.

Yet, fear was a foreign thing to them.

As if wanting to test out their limits, their battles only escalated to reach a cataclysmic scale. Some of the gods turned to create lesser beings to help them fight their wars and the rest soon followed.

Death and destruction spanned across the cosmos, and countless species were made extinct every day but the gods only created more. It was a time of great turmoil and suffering for the creatures they made until finally, out of the great calamity, eight supreme gods raised to the top and peace came.

The Devourer of Worlds

The Omniscient One

The Endless

The Unlimited

The Weapon

The Beast

The Demon

And one who rules everything,

The Lord of Realms

They divided the world amongst themselves but, secured of their high thrones and lofty places, corruption soon seeped in.

Everyone thought that it will last forever, until the destiny of one who will replace one of the eight was born. Once again, the world trembled for the chaos that was about to return.

…..

In the long yellowed grass, a shadowy figure ran frightfully fleeing. His unsteady steps and panicked expression was precisely what his pursuers want.

He is the prey in their game.

Fumbling about, he tried to orientate himself, but there was nothing he can use to tell the direction he is going. There are only green, yellow, and brown, the rustling of grass and that annoying strand of hair which kept falling into his eye.

The ones after him are near. He can feel it, and it is all over if they catch him.

A light buzzing from a common summer insect was lost in the noise of his frenzied scrambling.

All of a sudden, four – no, five – people rushed at him.

He whipped out his weapon, a meter-and-half long paper fan; the symbol of the erudite scholars.

On the weapon is calligraphy of the words: Trainee Fan, Not for resale.

Ranked Three Hundred and nine, he is at the bottom rung of his class. Though he did not want to admit, there is only a handful that he can beat in a fight.

His heart raced as the action sprung then everything ended in the span of a few breaths.

The difference is too significant.

Five boys rolled on the ground, most of them holding their stomach.

“Gosh, it was you guys? You had me frightened for a while,” he said before chirpily moving off.

One of the boys lying face down muttered, “Alan, your plans never work.”

“Gah, who would’ve thought that we’d lose five-on-one.”

…..

On a land that had been long forgotten it is called Earth, stood an empire of antiquity. The Saint Empire.

It is currently their golden era, where geniuses walk freely among the crowded streets of the numerous cities. Powerful practitioners with various secret arts belonging to different clans can be seen everywhere in this age.

As talented men become numerous, the advancement of Saint Empire has been pushed towards unprecedented levels of civilisation.

In such an age, where many gifted individuals struggle for the few limited resources, the common people, like Kairos, who have neither funds nor backers are slowly forced into a corner.

The unfortunate ones like him are looked down heavily by their peers, and they do not have the basic privilege to access the many of the training resources provided by the empire. Thus, the gap between the strong and the weak continues to grow larger.

In the perpetual battle to secure more resources, young children with cultivation talent are quickly snatched up and trained to become the next generation of warriors who could obtain even more for the organisation or family that trained them.

Those without talent, however, are only treated like trash, for they committed the one greatest sin; Being below average. In a dog-eat-dog world, there is very little sympathy spared for those who could not protect themselves.

But, the weak tend to gather, and Kairos eventually found a group of close friends which he calls them his brothers. In Saint Empire, it is part of their belief that all man descended from the same family, and it has become their culture to use the words ‘Brother’ and ‘Sister’ for people they respect. But for their group, they truly felt a kinship no weaker than those formed by blood.

Kairos, Alan Walker, Edward Alfonso, Jim Hope and Tommy Styrkur, were fast friends that bond for life.

Since then, the five of them have done everything together, from fishing in the rivers to getting caught together peeking at the girls' bath. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, therefore likeminded and innocent, save the mischievousness natural for their age. But sadly, just as Kairos is extremely poor, the same could be said of his brothers.

At the age of twelve, all children of the empire are required to leave their family and take compulsory education at the nearest boarding school. Living close to Saint Empire’s capital city, they joined the school there. Saint Cadets Academy.

At that place, they are groomed to become great warriors, generals or even assigned to political roles depending on their talents and how favourable their grades are. However, those that fail to prove themselves are cruelly expelled from the school to save the empire from wasting their resources on 'sinkholes’.

The Empire that faces a permanent shortage of craftsmen will then assign the dropouts to the Trade Federate. While this job may sound fancy or even important, but the truth is far from pretty.

Except for the rare case where the individual has an exceptional talent with crafting, they will start from the bottom. As a junior craftsman, their jobs only revolves around the minimal tasks, like cleaning the beasts’ stables or washing the forge. And their salary is definitely tear-inducing.

With backbreaking work like this, it is easy to be injured, and with such an unflattering amount of pay, many of those people found out that they are barely able to feed themselves much less their families. It is no wonder that the number of squatters in every city increases yearly.

Unfortunately for Kairos and his group of brothers, having just entered the school nearly half a year ago, they already managed to fail every single one of their exams and are on the brink of expulsion.

As required at Saint Cadets Academy, they formed a group of five to be examined, both individually and how effective is their teamwork. But with neither money nor fame, the teachers were not welcoming to them, and they were often sent away.

Though they are young, they already knew in their hearts that this is the painful reality of their society, where status and talent means everything. Unfortunately, this prejudice also runs deep even within the academy, and only the highborn were properly taught their roles on the battlefield.

The teachers justified their decision, claiming that they are giving more time and attention to the students who proved themselves, and the school closed an eye to things.

With the threat of war lingering at their borders, Saint Empire could not show weakness to their neighbours. At the West, the Silent Lambs Empire are gathering their strength. On their North, the Savage Lands has changed a leader, a Great Khan said to be unsurpassed by his predecessors.

An unseen pressure bore down upon the shoulders of every practitioner in the empire, and though it is cruel, many chose to only invest time and money on the promising young instead of giving everyone an equal chance.

Unfortunately, this focus to nurture their crème de la crème created an elitist mindset prevalent within the Empire.

It is no surprise that the academy’s training resources were distributed according to a student’s rank. By the time the leftovers come to Kairos’ group, their current position at the very bottom of the rankings, they receive only stale pills and cracked pieces of spirit stones that had long lost their effects.

Among the five of them, their only training material is a hand-me-down training manual that is unfortunately incomplete. Against the other student groups that are trying to step on them to climb upwards, the boys resorted to improvising on whatever they have on hand.

In their team, each person handles a different role on the battlefield. Kairos is their team command, Alan their recon, Edward the combat engineer, Jim the saboteur and Tommy their assault and rear-guard.

Unfortunately, besides an introduction to their role, they barely know the technicalities required of them, and besides that, they are equally poor in their cultivation as J rankers.

Traditionally, Martial arts practitioners are ranked from Triple S, down to Rank F. However as more and more ‘bottom feeders’ aggressively seek to improve their situation, Command has adopted a free new system which recognised more rankings that are below F ranks, to give them a guideline in developing themselves.

The lowest rankings have since been increased and new ranks, G, H, I and J, are added. However, they are still considered the unofficial rankings by most, an idea backed by the fact that power differences between G to J are minuscule.

Yet, somehow, Kairos' team with their under-nourished bodies, still found a way to lose to most J rankers. Even an average six years old is a difficult foe to them. A fact, unthinkable, for practitioners.

Now after months of practice, they finally reach new heights in their strength. They are now capable of fending off even an average eight-years-old practitioner with a bit of teamwork. This is, of course, still far from the standard strength a cultivator their age should have.

Technically, their levels should be considered ‘out of ranking’, but because there is no lower rank than that, each of them wears the J rank badge.

Even those that try hard to fail will find them rather impressive, and other J rankers look down upon them. With this degree of combat ability, the next weakest team did not consider them rivals and had been ignoring them. There is an overwhelming and despairing amount of difference between them and everyone else.

But at this point in time, it is far too late for them to change their fate of being expelled from the school. Save one final opportunity, the mock battleground examination.

The way the Academy runs is separated into two halves of each year. The first half of the year will be spent on studies and practice ending with the final examination.

Those that does well academically or by outperforming the others on the battlegrounds will be able to enter the following year. The second half of the year is then spent on self-study and cultivation. All students are encouraged to use the academy’s training facilities, but most choose to return home.

Left with only one chance, the team’s original leader, Alan Walker, pushed Kairos to take his seat as a last resort and they effectively switched roles between team command and recon.

Even though they do not know if this switch will be of any help, there is no doubt in their seriousness to succeed.

Their motivation lies, not only in entering the second year but the work opportunity one is given upon finishing the academy. Most graduate students take up positions in the government, but no matter where they venture, they are considered elites for completing the academy and are highly sought after in the job market.

In addition to this, the school richly awards students that do well, with both money and status. For the poorer families, this is definitely a life-changing opportunity and something they consider a great honour to their ancestors. Besides a chance to improve their family’s situation, even a noble rank to leave their old ways behind is possible, if their children are deemed to be great talents. However, such incidents are definitely rare.

Kairos sat alone in his unfurnished dorm room, where grey walls and stone floor are all that accompanied him. Before him is a pile of sand, spread across the surface, and on it, a map of their examination venue is drawn.

The place is a large rectangle, with the gate to the fenced area in the south. A hill lies to each side on the east and the west, while the north is rumoured to be the breeding ground of monsters.

He had isolated himself for two weeks, working on possible strategies they could carry out in the training grounds. They are not in a situation where they could care about the future when getting to the next year itself, is an issue.

“It seems that we need to achieve something notable to change our results. Hmmm, is there a way?” Kairos thought with hopelessness.

His role in the team, before becoming the captain, is their recon, and making use of the terrain to work things in their favour is his speciality. He carefully indicated the areas where the forests and the river are and started planning battle strategies that could improve their chances.

He formulated different tactics for all kinds of scenarios in battle, but quickly come to the conclusion that no matter how hard they tried, things are looking gloomy.

It is not that there are no proper methods to use the terrains to their advantage, but the five of them are simply too weak. Even if they gang up on a single opponent, they are more likely to be the ones beaten up.

For them to be able to fail so hard, it can also be considered a miracle. The group’s only training material, an old manual, is a fire palm skill book that contributed to their cultivation, or lack therein.

Not only is this book old and torn, but Kairos' dad, Vouno, had also somehow managed to stain the centre with spilt coffee and made it extremely difficult to understand.

Like most internal martial arts, the fire palm skill is meant to utilise a practitioner’s internal energy, Ki, to defeat the opponent. But because the skill manual is nearly unreadable, none of them has mastered the skill.

Instead, practising the technique using their own interpretation caused most of them to pick up wrong habits during combat, disrupt their internal Ki flow, and cause them to become the weakest of the lot in their year.

Their only accomplishments are a bunch of improvised, useless but highly creative techniques that contributed further to their pitiful situation.

However, being a bit of a perfectionist, Kairos had forgone learning from the incomplete book and instead focused on making his moves more efficient. This decision proved to be wise, allowing him to fight without glaring weak points. Instead, he focused on a continual improvement of the basics.

It wasn’t a surprise that eventually this made him the strongest in the group and Alan pushed him to take over the team’s command.

Unfortunately, they are far too weak compared to their peers.

Pointlessly skimming through that old and coffee-stained book again, Kairos felt a change is needed.

When he was following the team, he merely obeyed instructions. Trusting others to make a decision for him. But, now in the position where he is responsible for leading his friends, for better or worse, his determination started burning brightly.

"We are not in a situation where we can play it safe. Let’s try to gamble a little, and attempt new things!"

Having made a decision, he put down the fire palm manual and stood up.

Gritting his teeth, Kairos reluctantly set out to find Indie Annie Jones for help.