Amnesiac Male Lead in a Youth Angst Novel

The two were speaking rather loudly, drawing the captain's attention onstage.

Hearing voices, the captain looked up eagerly. Sure enough, two people stood in the audience.

But neither looked happy. They seemed to be arguing about something.

So there were still people here!

Ignoring their expressions, he excitedly waved at them, trying to get their attention.

But when the two heard the commotion, they only glanced over before looking away as if they hadn't seen him.

Only then did the captain realize how familiar the two people in the audience looked. Weren't they the Upper Class founders who often appeared on TV screens and in books?

Once he recognized them, his excitement surged. He couldn't believe he'd actually met two Upper Class founders here. They were the best of the best, the highest beings in the world.

They were gods in the eyes of the Upper Class, worshipped by everyone.

The confusion in his heart vanished in an instant. He hurried toward the two, convinced that if he could just reach the "gods," none of the unknowns and fears before him would matter. The "gods" would protect him.

The argument continued.

"Your position has changed completely. It looks like you don't need anyone to pull you out of the mire anymore. Aren't you the mire itself now?" Slaughter said casually.

"Are you mocking me for not being righteous enough, for failing to stay true to myself in a world like this? I figured it out a long time ago. Rather than pinning my hopes on someone else, I might as well drop my airs and enjoy everything here. Since the original plan can't be carried out, I'll just give it up and enjoy everything I worked so hard to obtain."

"You're right. I'm leaving." Slaughter clearly had no interest in