High above the terminal smog of Neo-Veridia, where the air is scrubbed to a crystalline chill and the sun never sets behind the clouds, stands the Zenith Academy. It is a crown of shimmering transparisteel and white carbon-fiber, a floating fortress of intellect and iron will suspended miles above the desperate masses of the Dregs.
In the year 3000, Zenith is more than a school-it is a closed ecosystem of power, a lethal sanctuary designed to transform the children of the elite into the architects of the future.
At Zenith, knowledge is a weapon and status is a shield. Every student is a predator in training, competing in a ruthless ranking system where a single decimal point can mean the difference between inheriting a sector or being erased from the lineage. It is a place of breathtaking beauty and cold, mechanical cruelty-a high-altitude crucible where the fires of competition burn until only the hardest, sharpest, and most loyal souls remain.
Welcome to the apex of human achievement, where the view is beautiful, but the fall is eternal.
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