Ponyma123
Crucible City floats above a sea of abyssal fog, held up by invisible chains of divine contracts. From the moment you're born, your name is stamped into the Basic Covenant: obey, serve, pay, repent. No choice. No appeal. No way out.
Except him.
As a baby, he was stolen from the gods by a band of fallen knights during the "Third Toll of the Night Bell." His skin is carved with forbidden sigils, the remnants of a contract powerful enough to reset the whole world. Everyone thinks he's just another street rat who got lucky and climbed his way into the prestigious Academy of Seals.
They don't know he can see every covenant chain, every penalty, every hidden clause. They don't know that in the split second before ink dries, he can slip in a microscopic loophole that turns divine law against its own makers.
By day, he's a model contract apprentice. By night, he runs a black-market service, fixing unfair contracts for the desperate and the damned. Until ownerless covenants start mutating into monsters, minor gods are "repossessed" by their own terms, and the ruling pantheon sends a cold, brilliant covenant hunter to erase the glitch in their system-him.
Teaming up with the disgraced knights who once stole him, he opens a secret "Covenant Office" that only accepts gods as clients. Case by case, he chips away at the divine order. But the closer he gets to the truth, the clearer it becomes: he isn't just breaking the system. He *is* the system's final weapon.
Before the World Rollback clause triggers and everything rewinds to zero, he has one chance-to ring the night bell, summon every god to sign a New Covenant, and write a line that even the gods cannot override.