Ranked Zero

Ranked Zero

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Introduction

The terminal reads.
Eight seconds. Ten. Fifteen.
I have never seen a terminal take fifteen seconds.
At seventeen seconds the screen flashes once, goes dark, and then displays.
RANK: UNRANKED. CLASS: ANALYST. COMBAT ATTRIBUTES: NONE. SKILL TREE: NONE. STAT GAINS: NONE.
Then someone laughs. Once one person laughs the rest follow, not because anything is funny but because laughter gives people permission to stop sitting with the discomfort of watching something go wrong for someone else.
The scouts have already turned away. But...

Chapter 1

They gave my father a Gold rank on Tuesday.

I know because I was seven years old and he came home still wearing his ceremony clothes, the dark blue coat with the Guild crest pressed into the left shoulder. He lifted me off the ground with both hands and said, "Kael, today the System told me exactly who I am." He smelled like coffee and ozone. He was grinning. Not his usual grin. This was something else, something confirmed.

Eleven years later, I'm standing in the same courtyard where he stood, wearing the same style of coat, breathing that same charged air, and I am thinking about his face that day.

I want what he has. The certainty. The System reaches into you and pulls out proof of what you already suspected.

That is what Awakening Day is supposed to feel like.

I am about to find out it can feel like something else entirely.


The courtyard of Varen Academy holds just over four hundred students. Today it is full. We're arranged in rows by surname, which puts me near the back, Durn sitting between Deacon and Farrow, close enough to the eastern wall that I can feel cold bleeding off the stone. The ceremony stage is forty meters away. From here the officials look small. Three figures in Guild-gray behind a long table with the Awakening terminals lined up in a row.

Sixteen terminals. One student per minute. My wait should be about twenty-six minutes.

I've been doing math since I arrived. Can't help it.

Around me, four hundred students are doing what people do when they're nervous and pretending not to be. Talking too fast. Laughing at nothing. Deacon to my left is telling a story I've heard three times this week about his older brother's Bronze Awakening, how the terminal screen flashed twice before settling, how that double-flash supposedly means a combat class with above-average scaling. I don't tell him that's not how terminals work. He needs the story right now.

Farrow on my right hasn't said a word since we lined up. She's ranked fourth in the Academy's pre-Awakening assessments. Top-four students get watched. Guild scouts are already in the courtyard, eight of them in civilian clothes that aren't quite casual enough. I clocked their positions when I walked in. My father taught me that.

I find Marcus four rows ahead, shoulders back, chin up. He catches my eye and gives me a small nod. I nod back. We've been friends since we were twelve, since the year after my father died, and I know his nervous face in all its versions. That nod is supposed to mean we'll be fine. It oversells it enough that I know he's worried too.

I look away and go back to counting time

The ceremony moves faster than I calculated. Either the officials are rushing or I got the estimate wrong, but by the time Deacon's name is called I've only been waiting eighteen minutes. He walks up to the stage with his chest out and his fists loose at his sides. The terminal reads him for eleven seconds. The screen displays his class.

Iron rank. Combat class: Shield Bearer.

Applause. A few cheers from people who know him. Polite silence from the people who don't. Deacon walks back with his jaw tight, shield Bearer is a support combat class, functional, unremarkable; The kind of class that gets you put in the back row of dungeon teams and keeps you there.

He sits down without looking at me.

More names, but more terminals. I watch the pattern. Iron ranks are the majority, which matches the statistical distribution I studied. Three Bronze ranks in the first forty students, slightly above average. One of them is a girl in the front row I don't know, and when her class displays the scouts start writing. Combat class: Spellblade. Second-evolution potential. Worth watching.

Marcus is called.

He walks up like he owns the courtyard. The terminal reads him for eight seconds.

Bronze rank. Combat class: Edge Walker.

The applause is louder. Edge Walker is an aggressive single-target class, high mobility, high ceiling. Two scouts write something down. Marcus turns back toward the rows and finds my face and this time his expression is different. It says: you're next. Three years of early morning sparring sessions and late-night combat log analysis, compressed into a look, I nod back.

Forty minutes pass. Farrow gets Silver rank. An actual murmur moves through the crowd. The scouts put away their notebooks and get on their comms. Farrow walks back to her seat looking lighter than I've ever seen her.

Then: "Durn, Kael."

The walk to the stage is forty meters. At a normal pace it takes about twenty-eight seconds.

I count this time too.

The terminal is warm from use. I place both hands on the contact plates and look straight ahead at the blank screen. The courtyard goes quiet. Not gradually all at once.

My father's name is still on the Academy's honor wall. Third panel from the left, gold lettering: Durn, Aras. Gold Rank. Class: War Shaper. Deceased, year seven of the System Era. I've read it so many times I stopped seeing it years ago. I see it now.

The terminal reads.

‘Eight seconds. Ten. Fifteen.’

I have never seen a terminal take fifteen seconds. At seventeen seconds the screen flashes once, goes dark, and then displays.

“AWAKENING COMPLETE.

RANK: UNRANKED.

CLASS: ANALYST.

COMBAT ATTRIBUTES: NONE.

SKILL TREE: NONE.

STAT GAINS: NONE.

PASSIVE ABILITY ASSIGNED: PERFECT RECALL.

PASSIVE ABILITY ASSIGNED: PATTERN RECOGNITION.

ACTIVE ABILITY ASSIGNED: ZERO POINT.”

I read it twice then for the third time.

The courtyard is so quiet I can hear the flags on the Academy wall snapping in the wind.

Then someone laughs. I don't know who. It doesn't matter. Once one person laughs the rest follow, not because anything is funny but because laughter gives people permission to stop sitting with the discomfort of watching something go wrong for someone else. Within a few seconds the laughter is general. The scouts have already turned away. One of them slides his notebook into his jacket pocket. Done with me.

I take my hands off the terminal.

The official behind the table looks at me. He is trying to be neutral and not landing it. "You will be assigned to the Auxiliary track. Report to Building D on Monday." He says it the way you say something you've said a hundred times.

I say, "Thank you."

I walk back toward the rows. Forty meters. I count every step.

Marcus is watching me. His face has gone still. Not blank. Still. He's searching for the right expression and can't find one. I give him a nod. He doesn't know what to do with it.

I sit down next to Deacon, who says nothing. Best thing he's done for me in three years.

The ceremony continues. More names. More terminals. More classes assigned and futures decided.

I stopped watching the stage.

I look at the back of my right hand instead. The System's mark has settled into the skin, a faint geometric sigil. Most people forget about theirs by dinner. Mine looks different from the ones I can see on the students around me. I don't know enough about System marks to understand why.

I pull out the small notebook I carry everywhere and write down the time, the temperature, the exact sequence of events at the terminal, and the duration. Seventeen seconds.

Then I write one more thing at the bottom of the page, because my father taught me that information is only useless if you don't know what question to ask it.

I write: Zero Point. What does it actually do?

What I do not write, because I don't need to, because I will never forget it, is the thing I noticed in the three seconds before the laughter started.

Every scout in the courtyard turned away from me except one.

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