(IN)HUMANITY: Ecdysis

A city as polished and perfect as only the rich and powerful can afford, and as the poor can reach only in their most desperate dreams. The streets here are lined with towering trees whose roots run deep in the soil of history, while people stroll above them as if they belonged to a different species. Shiny cars, luxurious villas, and above it all the unspoken code of the privileged.

I was never someone who longed for a life of wealth and luxury. Quite the opposite. All I ever wanted was a simple life of modesty. Because once you join the club of the rich, you become a pawn in a game of power. And in that game there is no way back, only the constant danger of losing everything you ever loved.Until now.

“Come on, you deserve this, Arius,” I whispered to myself as the car slowed and came to a stop in front of the grand entrance of Vipermore University.

No, I don’t.

I looked out the window and took in the architecture: modern elegance fused with classical design. Everywhere the air carried the scent of wealth and success, engraved in the golden letters of VIPERMORE UNIVERSITY on the gate and in the crest above it. Only the richest of the rich study here. The kind of rich who can do anything they want in this world. The kind who see themselves as godlike, deciding who may enter and who may not.

Every ten years, on the university’s founding anniversary, V.U. awards exactly one scholarship open to anyone in the United States. But only one person ever receives this so-called once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. And even then, can it really be called an opportunity? There are no success stories among former recipients. None of them ever truly made it. Even if someone extends you a helping hand, you soon realize that this so-called chance is just an illusion, a trap designed to keep certain people in their place while ensuring that real social mobility remains out of reach. Every attempt to break free dissolves into nothing.

And the fact is, I neither received nor even applied for the scholarship.

As I was about to open my door, the driver jumped out in a panic to open it for me. He apologized five times and three more after that while carrying my luggage. I wondered what kind of life he must have lived. But I knew I would not remain in his memory as the one person who treated him better than anyone else. So I simply nodded and walked on.

The apartment assigned to me was larger than any home I had ever lived in, more like a high-end condominium than a dorm. I stepped inside and dropped my bag onto the gleaming marble floor. The space was flooded with light from enormous windows offering a breathtaking view of the city. Furniture in elegant shades of gray and white shone in the glow. Artworks on the walls were likely worth more than my entire former life combined. An open kitchen. A vast bathroom with a freestanding bathtub. And a massive bedroom centered around a king-size bed that felt almost absurd in its grandeur.

I collapsed onto the bed and looked up at the ceiling, where a fresco of The Apotheosis of Hercules by François Lemoyne stretched across the expanse. Closing my eyes, I let the silence seep in. Silence has always been the only place where I feel truly safe. No voices to hurt me, except my own.

“This isn’t my life. Not really.”

The words echoed in my head, but they did not bother me. Maybe it wasn’t my life. But it was the price I had to pay to get closer to the truth, the truth that would soon walk beside me. I knew I had to learn the rules of this place if I wanted to survive. Not the official ones. Not the ones printed in the university handbook. The invisible ones. The ones you learn only by watching, by listening, by silently counting the moments when you catch the right glance.

Vipermore University is a place where you either eat or get eaten. And I had not come here to be torn apart by a system eager to consume me.

When I opened my eyes again, night had already fallen. From outside came loud music and the buzz of countless voices. I stood and noticed an envelope on my desk. No sender, only my name, embossed in elegant gold lettering.

“Welcome to Vipermore University, Arius Harding,” I read aloud before moving to the next line. Ex Tenebris, Imperium.

It was the university’s motto, and it lingered in my mind as I read it again and again. The meaning was clear: whatever lies in darkness is destined to rule. In the shadows true power can be found.

I turned the envelope over. 6 p.m., Auditorium.It was already 6:44. So much for keeping a low profile.

I grabbed something casual yet polished and rushed out.

Standing before the grand auditorium doors, I noticed a nervous young man.“Are you Arius Harding?” he asked, almost breathless.I nodded.“Thank God. Lucas Halliday. I’m here to help you through your first day at the university.”

I studied him: athletic build, short blond hair, an open smile. Average height, but radiating self-confidence. Typical. I wasn’t sure what kind of response he expected. I hadn’t asked for his help, nor was I grateful for it. After all, he wasn’t doing this out of pure kindness; there was something in it for him.“Cat got your tongue? Never mind. We’re late anyway. Let’s go.”

The Vipermore auditorium was breathtaking. The ceiling soared high, adorned with intricate gold accents that magnified the grandeur of the architecture. The dark wooden walls framed vast windows that filtered warm light into the space. The arrangement of seats, sweeping gently in curves, ensured that every student had a clear view of the stage. The atmosphere carried a weight of awe and respect. The room was quiet, broken only by the occasional rustle of paper or a low whisper.

On the stage stood Dean Gregory Kingsley, tall and dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, exuding an authority that filled the hall. He spoke in a deep, clear voice that immediately commanded attention. The students listened intently, their eyes fixed on him. There was something in the way he spoke, calm yet unmistakably forceful, that left no one unmoved.

“For those of you who do not yet grasp the significance of this place: Vipermore is not merely a university. It is a gateway. A gateway to a future reserved for only a few. You are here to learn, to grow, and ultimately to lead. But with this power comes responsibility.”

He paused, letting the words settle before continuing.

“I have just been informed that our delayed scholarship student has finally arrived. Please come forward, Mr. Harding.”

Damn.

I rose and walked to the stage, hearing whispers ripple through the auditorium. I could feel thousands of eyes on me. The sensation wasn’t unfamiliar. I reached the podium.

“Arius Harding,” Dean Kingsley continued. “He is living proof that one can rise from humble beginnings to study at a place like this. We are proud to welcome him to our university.”

The audience applauded. Kingsley extended his hand. I shook it and instantly sensed that his smile wasn’t entirely genuine. Polite, yes. But hollow. His words felt like a well-rehearsed formula.

“Mr. Harding, we are proud to have you here. Your fortune and your potential have brought you this opportunity at Vipermore University. May this year be one of learning and discovery for you.”

It sounded like a ritual, less a warm welcome than a subtle command to know my place. And perhaps he too had no idea how I truly came to stand there. I smiled faintly, noticing how his own smile cooled when I did not give him the acknowledgment he sought.

After thirty minutes, the assembly was dismissed. On my way back to the apartment, eyes still followed me. But now I could read them more clearly: curiosity, doubt, mistrust, skepticism, respect, and a touch of admiration.

Almost at my door, I saw Lucas waiting with a tablet.

“Quickly read through, check if everything’s correct, and confirm,” he said. It was a verification form:

Name: Arius HardingAge: 22Date of Birth: March 10, 2002Place of Birth: Bakersfield, California, USAHair Color: Dark BrownEye Color: Dark BrownHeight: 1.86 mMarital Status: SingleParents: Unknown (deceased)Siblings: NonePrevious School: Bakersfield Central High SchoolCurrent University: Vipermore University, Atherton, CaliforniaProgram of Study: Interdisciplinary Studies in Law, Psychology, and Economics (Full Scholarship)

It’s me, and yet not really.

I signed.