I was ranked last in a world ruled by power until three SSS ranked goddesses claimed me.

Kalen Vire was born at the bottom. He is sent into Aurelion Forge Academy; where elites train to become rulers, binders, and gods. As an F-rank student in a world where power determines everything, his future was already decided; insignificant, replaceable and forgotten.

Until his awakening breaks the rules.
Instead of a standard ability, Kalen unlocks the Sovereign System, binding him to three SSS-ranked goddesses who shouldn’t exist within the world’s hierarchy:

Asha’Kareth, the embodiment of absolute authority.
Lyra, the unpredictable force of chaos.
Nyxara, the incarnation of desire and instinct.

With their power intertwined with his, Kalen gains abilities that defy logic; authority-based combat, adaptive weapon mastery and synchronized evolution.

As he rises through the academy rankings at an abnormal speed, his existence begins to disrupt the system itself. Elite students take notice. Hidden factions move in the shadows. And enemies far beyond the academy begin watching.

When a large scale invasion strikes during the academy’s tournament and a commander-level enemy confirms the truth, Kalen learns that his power is not unique but forbidden.

His father once walked the same path and the world tried to erase him for it.

Now targeted by forces designed to eliminate Sovereign-level threats, Kalen must grow stronger, uncover the truth behind his origin, and decide whether he will follow the path left behind 

Or surpass it.

By morning, the academy was acting like nothing was wrong. the academy pretended that nothing had happened. Of course it did that because today was the day of the Festival of Masks.


Lights were all over the academy, music was playing around the courtyards. Students were wearing fancy outfits, masks and formal attire.


It was all so beautiful. The Festival of Masks was a distraction. It was all an illusion.


"Humans are strange," Asha'Kareth observed. "They celebrate while being hunted."


Lyra laughed softly. "That's what makes it fun."


Nyxara stayed close. Closer than usual. Her presence lingered at the edge of Kalen's senses like a constant touch.


Kalen fixed his collar a bit. He wasn't used to wearing these clothes. The formal wear was uncomfortable for him.


"Good," Lyra said. "More chances to break them."


As Kalen walked around the Festival of Masks people were looking at him again.


This time it was different. They were not just scared of him. They were interested in him. They were attracted to him. They were curious about him. 


Having power is like a magnet and Kalen had that power now.


Then Seraphine showed up. She was wearing a mixture of black and silver outfit. She looked really elegant, sharp and dangerous.


"You look really good." she said, stepping beside him.


Kalen looked at her. "You're overdressed."


She just smiled and said "You don't understand how big this event is."


Nyxara didn't like it that Seraphine was so close to Kalen.


Asha'Kareth didn't do anything. She just observed.


Seraphine moved a little closer to Kalen. "They will attack again tonight." She said with her voice lowered.


Seraphine looked at him. "You're not worried about it."


She paused for a moment. Then "You're actually looking forward to it."


Seraphine looked at Kalen with interest. She said softly "That's good." Her eyes were locked on Kalen. "Because tonight you won't be alone, at the Festival of Masks."


Chapter 15 - FESTIVAL OF MASKS