A wise man once said:

Do not give power to a foolish man or he will destroy everything good around him.

It would have been better if someone had listened to this man and killed him before he became president of the Democratic Republic of Kidonia.

The year is 100 After the Great Red War.

On a planet so large that 600 suns could fit on it, according to scientists' estimation, of course, since the planet was never completely discovered, thanks to the absurd amount of species and sub-species present on this vast planet.

In this so-called republic, our protagonist (Kiros Leonidas) wakes up with a huge headache, after having been looted again in the alley where he lives.

Five feet tall, dry as a twig on a fire, with blue eyes and straight blond hair.

In a stable society, without constant wars or deep-rooted corruption, he would have a good life, since he is very intelligent.

But here in this republic, after the so-called wise Karl Lin Marx came to power, what was already bad became even worse, with more and more people left homeless or killed by the republic's military forces.

Kiros never met his parents; they had probably been executed in some micro civil war that was happening all the time, despite the government's efforts to prevent such a thing.

The republic had ten million inhabitants, being considered one of the thousand micro-republics that surrounded the ten giants (each giant being a nation with at least 5 billion inhabitants).

Despite the absurd amount of humans and affiliated races (goblins, elves, and dwarves), not one percent of the planet was under human control, running a constant risk of species extermination, which is why the smaller races had affiliated with humans.