The System Sent Me to Breed an All-Female Amazon Tribe

Chapter 453: Bonus Chapter 43: Death vs Death: Severia From Chimustar

In Elyndor, there are many human kingdoms scattered across the vast continents, each with its own unique culture, history, and political landscape.

In fact, humans are the most populated race in this world, their numbers second only to the teeming civilization of demons that inhabit the darker corners of the realm.

Their cities rise from plains and mountains alike, their ships traverse treacherous seas, and their influence stretches across borders that shift with every passing century.

Yet despite their overwhelming numbers and undeniable presence, power is not distributed equally among them.

The thing was that the most powerful human kingdom, in all areas of consideration—like military might, economic wealth, magical advancement, and political influence—was Gihon, ruled by the young-looking but capable Renard Valois.

Gihon had stood for thousands of years as a beacon of civilization and order, its walls unbreached, its treasury overflowing, its people prosperous and content under the firm but fair hand of its monarchs.

The kingdom had weathered wars, plagues, and political upheavals that would have shattered lesser nations, emerging stronger each time through a combination of strategic brilliance, powerful allies, and an unshakeable commitment to the rule of law.

However, this story is not about that great kingdom that has stood for thousands of years as a monument to human achievement, but about a woman living in the small, struggling nation of Chimustar.

Chimustar is a failing kingdom which was doing considerably better before, enjoying a period of relative stability and growth that had given its people hope for a brighter future.

But now it was sinking rapidly due to immense corruption and mishandling from the leadership side, the rot spreading from the highest echelons of power down to the lowest levels of society like a disease that refused to be cured.

Greedy officials bled the treasury dry, incompetent generals squandered the military’s strength, and the royal family itself had become disconnected from the suffering of its people, more concerned with maintaining their lavish lifestyles than governing effectively.

The kingdom quickly devolved into violence and poverty, the descent happening with alarming speed only a hundred years after its founding.

What had once been a promising new nation became one of the most dangerous places to raise a child or live in peace in all human lands.

Parents lived in constant fear for their children’s safety, and ordinary citizens went about their daily lives with one eye always watching for danger, never knowing when violence might erupt from the shadows.

Bandits and raiders came in casually to celebrate their victories or drink away their earnings in the local taverns, sometimes sitting alongside soldiers and knights who should have been arresting them.

The lines between law enforcer and lawbreaker had blurred so completely that one could no longer tell where the authority ended and the crime began.

Guardsmen took bribes from the very outlaws they were sworn to apprehend, and entire villages paid protection money to bandit gangs that the kingdom’s military refused to confront.

Law and order meant absolutely nothing in Chimustar: if you had enough money, the kingdom worked better than many other places—you could buy justice, buy safety, buy the very laws that were supposed to protect everyone equally.

But if you didn’t, your life was timed on an invisible countdown that could end at any moment without warning or reason.

The wealthy built fortified estates and hired private armies, while the poor huddled in crumbling tenements, praying that today would not be the day their luck finally ran out.

This free-for-all chaos was a haven for scumbags, riffraffs, and every bad group in the world, which was precisely why the kingdom had not faced total collapse so far despite its many problems.

Criminals from across the continent flocked to Chimustar like moths to a flame, drawn by the promise of easy money and no real consequences.

Their presence created a twisted form of economic activity that kept the nation afloat, even as it destroyed any hope of eventual recovery.

Gihon had received enough complaints and formal requests regarding the deteriorating situation in Chimustar that the nation’s leaders realized their time would soon be up.

The great kingdom’s patience was not infinite, and eventually, even the most tolerant rulers would be forced to take action against such blatant lawlessness on their borders.

The threat of Gihon’s intervention loomed over Chimustar like a sword waiting to fall, and the corrupt officials who ran the failing state knew they could not resist forever.

But until then, they just did what they could: which was mostly nothing much.

They continued to collect their bribes, ignore the suffering of their people, and hope that somehow, someway, the day of reckoning would never come.

This terrible state of Chimustar, devoid of justice and order, had made one particular man sad and depressed for some days. He had watched his family struggle, his community crumble, and his hope dwindle to nothing. And so he prayed bitterly to the only person he believed would answer — not a god, not a king, but something far more dangerous: an assassin who could cut through the corruption with a single blade.

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Severia is an assassin.

Twenty-eight years old, but she had been taking lives since she was merely ten years old, a child forced to grow up far too quickly in a world that offered no mercy to the weak.

Her small hands, which should have been playing with toys or learning to write, had instead been trained to hold daggers and slit throats with cold precision.

Her father was lynched when she was pretty little, too young to even properly remember his face, leaving her alone with a heavily depressed mother.

The two of them had struggled to survive in Chimustar’s brutal streets, clinging to each other through poverty and danger.

But after her mother was wrongly assassinated when she was nine, the killer who had done it—for reasons she never fully understood—took her in and turned her into the same monster they were.

Perhaps, a twisted gesture of what they felt was generosity.

Now, Severia kills splendidly for the right amount of coin, her services available to anyone who could meet her price.