Chapter 2: Chapter 2: The System and The State of Affairs

Amon

Chapter 2: The System and The State of Affairs 

[Sign-in in an inconspicuous dilapidated alley? Y/N]

It was a pleasant surprise. Amon tried to get a more precise grip on the system but couldn't infer much. Shelving it for later, he mentally chose yes. 

[Art of Concealment Obtained.]

The next moment, a deluge of information was imprinted in his mind. 

This was such a satisfying result. It was a much-needed outcome that would help him in his next course of action. Unfortunately, he did not know about the martial arts system here. Just some here-say and rumors from here and there. He had kept his ears open while on the streets like a rat. It was a necessity to survive. You never knew what might hit you. 

Still, he could use the art to blend in more appropriately here. A brat from the streets would have difficulty finding a job, but he felt he could do so. So Amon cleaned what he could, straightened himself, and started scurrying towards the market. He would see what job he could find. 

Reaching an alley in the market, he tried to sign in, failing. Then he discerned that he could sign in only once a day. Well, that was good to get out of the way. He started looking for places to work and food to eat. 

This market was the slums market. There were more alleys for Amon to disappear into in the slums. If he went to any other districts, it would lead to a disaster. Minimum with him getting beaten blue and black and maximum, even a torturous death. A good thing was that the population of the slums was always the highest. The slums came to be when the inhabitants of the royal capital increased due to a series of tragedies in quick succession, prompting people to move to the capital, which was always the safest. 

At first, people were still allowed into the city proper. Then when the number was becoming a pressure on the city, the gates were barricaded and closed. Any who tried to assail the walls would be killed. But how many could they kill? They could stop one, not all. Even if they could massacre all, that was not a solution. So after the tragedies, the new slums neighborhood came to be. And a new wall was built to encompass even more area, leaving space for more to come. From the gates came the merchants to fleece from the slums all they could. But the slums were fresh blood for the city in two ways. One, actual labor and working force increase, two, more crimes due to the sudden rise in population without the matching number of guards and patrols to keep them in check. 

After years, the situation today was what came to be. Everyone had a hand in the slums, no matter who they were. Actually, the nobler their title, the deeper their hands in the slums. But the nobles couldn't control everything here. There was a reason they had only hands here. With the fish and snakes mixing, the slums were their own world, with the waters murkier than anywhere around. The slums had their own lords and rulers and their own rules. The royalty was also happy to watch this check and balance with their own involvement in the slums. It would be foolish to think they would let go of control. The kingdom was corrupted, yes, but not weak. The state of affairs had reached this stagnation a long time ago. The royal family had their fingers stretched all over the kingdom, not only the city, while the nobles, slum lords, merchants, etcetera, competed for their own domains. The infighting of the others and their own strength made it so that the royal family sat firmly on top. The entire nation's resources funneling into them, making them even more robust. A virtuous cycle indeed. 

The kingdom was huge, and the number of eclectic sects, cults, orders, and clans was even more. Like there were many kingdoms and empires with varied strength, the same was the case with the various other sects, lineages, and families. 

He didn't know the exact situation. But everyone was enjoying a time of stability (well, relative peace at least, as there were always infighting and minor skirmishes here and there) and trying to grow in strength. Although all he knew came from scuttlebutt, there was still some truth to it. For those people sitting at the top, only fights of a certain level could interest them; the lives of those at the bottom mattered to them at scale, not in day-to-day life. 

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