“Please delete the system hierarchy in this school. I can’t take it anymore.”

You stood in front of the desk, a mix of frustration and hopelessness clouding your voice. The tears in your eyes were the only thing that revealed the turmoil inside. “I can’t take it anymore, please, just end this nightmare.”

“You asked for help from the wrong person.”

The voice of your closest friend, Jayson, once a beacon of trust, now felt like a betrayal. His cold tone cut through the air. He turned his back to you, unwilling to face the consequences of his own actions.

“Didn’t you say yourself that you know the son of the owner of this school? Surely you can persuade him.”

You tried to reason with him, grasping at straws. “You always said you knew the owner’s son. He could help us end this.” You thought he might still have some compassion left.

“I. I’m the owner of this school. And I created the hierarchical system at this school.”

The world stopped as his words hit you like a blow to the chest. “Wait… what?” You couldn’t comprehend what he was saying. The truth crashed down on you, and reality seemed to shatter. The system that had been tormenting you? He was its architect.

“Traitor!! Do you have the heart to see me and the lower-class kids being bullied like crazy by the upper-class kids? You’re mentally ill.”

Your voice shook, rage and pain mixing together as you pointed at him, your accusations burning. “You… You did this to us! You let them hurt us, make us suffer for your own sick game.”

“No one is forcing you to enter this school. No matter how smart you are, you can’t beat power and wealth. Got it?”

His words were dismissive, arrogant. “You had a choice. You could’ve left. But you’re too weak to survive in the world of power. You’re nothing.”

“You’re the most cunning person I’ve ever met. All this time I trusted you all.”

He smiled, cold and indifferent. “Good luck. Try to survive in the hell I built. It’s all on you now.”