The Real Life System

The book's pages turned, revealing the moment when everything started to change.

It didn't happen in one day. It was a slow process, like a crack in the ice that spreads until the whole lake shatters.

It began with hunger.

That day, the hunters returned with little food. The animals had been scarce, the cold winds harsh. The families sat around the fire, sharing what little they had. The children cried, their small hands reaching for more. But there was no more.

One woman, her face tired from worry, looked at her husband and whispered,

"Aren't you the strongest in the team? If you weren't there, they wouldn't have caught even this."

Her words planted a seed. A dangerous one.

The man frowned, deep in thought. Was it true? Had he done more than the others?

Another hunter, sitting nearby, heard her words. He glanced at his own family, his hungry children, his tired wife. His chest tightened with anger.

"What if we divide the team?" someone suggested.

"The weaker men can hunt together, and the strongest can form their own group. We will bring back more food this way."

Murmurs spread through the tribe. Some nodded. Some hesitated. But the idea had taken root.

And so, they divided.

At first, it seemed to work. The stronger hunters brought back more food. Their families ate well. They stood taller, prouder. Meanwhile, the weaker men struggled. Their traps failed. Their arrows missed. Their families went hungry.

A new feeling grew in the tribe resentment.

One night, a weaker hunter approached a stronger one.

"We used to share everything. We are all part of the same tribe. Why do our children starve while yours feast?"

The stronger hunter looked down at him and replied,

"Because we earned it."

Adrian's hands clenched around the book. He could feel the weight of those words.

He turned the page.

It wasn't just about food anymore.

It was the beginning of something bigger. Something dangerous.

It was the birth of division.

And once it started, it never stopped.

The weak tried to survive on their own. They hunted, they set traps, they searched for food, but it was never enough.

Hunger made people desperate.

They had no choice but to go to the strong hunters and beg.

At first, the strong laughed.

"You wanted to be separate," they said.

"Now you come to us?"

The weak lowered their heads.

"We will do anything," they whispered. "Just give us food."

And so, a new rule was made.

The strong would give food, but not for free. The weak had to work for it.

Some cleaned their shelters. Some carried their weapons. Others took care of their children.

For the first time, there were those who commanded and those who obeyed.

For the first time, some people had more than others.

A man could be born free but become a servant just to keep his children alive.

And with time, it became normal.

The children of the strong grew up believing they were better. The children of the weak grew up knowing they had to obey.

The tribe was no longer one family. It was two classes:

The mighty who controlled the food, the weapons, the land.

The weak who worked for the right to survive.

 Adrian continued reading, his eyes moving carefully over every word until he reached the end of the first chapter. He leaned back, his mind racing.

He had learned three important things:

Power did not start with violence, it started with surrender.The weak, desperate to survive, gave up their freedom little by little. They accepted less, not because they wanted to, but because they saw no other way.

Inequality became normal over time.What started as simple help turned into control. What started as leadership turned into domination. The difference between strong and weak became law, and no one questioned it.

Fear kept the system alive.The weak feared hunger, so they obeyed. The strong feared losing their power, so they ruled with force. No one was truly free anymore.

Adrian finally understood.

This was how power was born. This was how corruption began.

The second chapter would explain more.

His fingers trembled as he turned the page.

The first sentence hit him like a hammer :

"Hearts have differed and become corrupt, and the world has turned into hell for the weak. Are there any rebels?"Unknown

The words left a deep mark on Adrian's heart. He needed to know the answer. Were there people who fought back? Did anyone try to change things?

His pulse quickened. He was ready to dive into the second chapter.

But then the system shows :

[ You have 20 seconds left ]

 Adrian's heart pounded. Only 20 seconds left.

He hesitated, his fingers gripping the edge of the page. He wanted to read more, he needed to read more. But the system's countdown had begun.

[ 19... ]

With a deep breath, Adrian closed the book. The old, worn cover felt rough in his hands. His mind was full of thoughts, questions, and realizations.

[ 13... ]

He looked around. The place felt so real, yet he knew it wasn't. It was just part of the system, a space where his mind could exist while his body lay in a hospital bed.

[ 8... ]

He closed his eyes. The world around him began to blur, fading into darkness.

[ 3... ]

A cold sensation washed over him.

[ 1... ]

Then,

Adrian opened his eyes.

The dim lights of the hospital room flickered above him. The steady beep... beep... beep of the heart monitor filled the silence. He was back.

Adrian took a deep breath and looked at the screen in front of him.

[ Knowledge Factor Advancement: +11,324 Places ]

A small smile formed on his lips. That's a good advancement, he thought. Even though he still had a long way to go, this progress proved that he was moving forward.

His eyes shifted to the next message.

[ Exercise 1 ]

[ Target Goal : 600 Pages ]

[ Your Record : 200 Pages ]

The second exercise was still locked.

"So, I need to finish reading this book before I can move on,'' he realized.

"That meant the next exercise would probably contain another book."

But something else kept his mind occupied, one sentence that refused to leave his thoughts.

"Hearts have differed and become corrupt, and the world has turned into hell for the weak. Are there any rebels?"

"Rebels? Rebels?" Adrian whispered to himself.

Isn't the system always calling itself the System of Rebels?

His fingers tightened into a fist.

What's the connection between the old rebels and the system's rebels? Was there a hidden link? A forgotten truth?

For the first time, he felt like he knew nothing. He had been playing by the system's rules, but now he realized, he didn't truly understand it.

But one thing was clear :

He had to use the system as much as possible. If it was going to control his life, then he had to learn how to exploit it.

[ Next Training Zone Unlocks in: 8 Hours ]

Eight hours. That was his free time before the next session.

A part of him wanted to continue reading, maybe the book had the answers he was searching for. But another part of him was curious about something else.

[ Richness Factor – Unexplored ]

Could this factor make him earn a lot of money? Could it help him escape this situation?

"Let's try it and find out," he thought.

To be continued …