The Birth of Classes (Seeking Collection, Seeking Recommendations!)

The hardware for the casino was fully prepared, so the next step was to begin the experiment.

"Yan!" Uchiha Tekka gestured toward the clansmen behind him. "These are the people I've selected over this period."

"There are twenty in total: fifteen are ninja, seven of whom have awakened the one-tomoe Sharingan, and the remaining five are ordinary clansmen."

Sitting in the office, Yan heard the voice and looked up.

He cast his gaze past Uchiha Yan and spoke.

"You should all know why Tekka brought you here, right?"

"We do!" A middle-aged ninja in the crowd nodded in response. "To assist with an experiment within the clan; if it succeeds, it will make the strength of the Uchiha Clan even greater."

The surrounding clansmen echoed their agreement one after another.

"We are all here voluntarily. Please rest assured, Lord Yan, that if anything goes wrong, it has nothing to do with you."

"That's right. As long as it makes the Uchiha Clan stronger, we are willing to do anything."

"Please, Lord Yan, do not hold back or show us special treatment just because we are of the same clan."

"..."

"Special treatment won't be an issue, you can rest easy on that!" Yan smiled slightly, took a stack of papers from the second drawer on the right side of his desk, and tossed them onto the table.

"One for each of you. Sign them!"

Uchiha Tekka, showing great initiative, picked up the papers from the table and began distributing them to the clansmen.

"Lord Yan, what is this? What is a 'contract'?"

"Yeah, it says five million ryo on here. What does that mean?"

"Ah! You got five million? I only have eight hundred thousand on mine."

"..."

The clansmen looked at the contents of the contracts, their faces filled with confusion.

They recognized every character, but when put together, the meaning eluded them.

Seeing the bewilderment on their faces, Yan tapped his fingers against the desk.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The rhythmic sound echoed through the small office, drawing the attention of everyone present.

"This is a contract," Yan explained.

"The amounts listed are determined based on your comprehensive factors."

Yan stood up from his chair, leaned back against the desk, and continued with an expressionless face.

"And these 'comprehensive factors,' to put it bluntly, are determined by your assets, your earning capacity, the size of your family, and various other conditions."

"Take the clansman who is receiving five million ryo, for example."

"He is a ninja, has awakened the one-tomoe, and his relatives have businesses within the clan; his comprehensive rating is naturally very high."

"As for those of you who only have a few hundred thousand, or even less than one hundred thousand, I think you know why without me having to say it."

Yan's voice echoed continuously throughout the office, weaving into the slightly oppressive atmosphere.

His blunt words were like a sharp blade, piercing deep into the hearts of some of the clansmen present.

They lowered their heads in silence, their expressions hidden from view.

Meanwhile, a faint, imperceptible smile couldn't help but spread across the faces of the others.

They took this as Lord Yan's affirmation of their worth.

They felt that they were different from the rest!

Seeing this, the corners of Yan's mouth curled upward, and he struck while the iron was hot.

"This money is a gift from me to you; you don't need to pay it back."

"Whether you gamble it away or spend it on food and drink, that is up to you. However, this money must be spent right here. It is all written in the contract."

"Also, it doesn't matter if you spend all the money; we won't force you to gamble."

"I only have one requirement: you must stay here for at least six hours every day."

"If you are willing to help out, that is fine too; I will pay you one thousand ryo per day."

Hearing this, the clansmen looked at Yan in astonishment.

They had expected to come here and endure hardship, but they hadn't anticipated such a windfall.

So much money, just given to them to spend as they pleased, with no strict requirements.

"If that's the case, Lord Yan, then I've hit the jackpot!" the clansman with the highest amount said excitedly. "Five million ryo! I would have to work for twenty years without eating or drinking to earn that."

"I'm so jealous of you!" another clansman who also received a high amount joked with a laugh. "I only got three and a half million."

"I'm the one who has it rough; I only got one million!"

"Well, I'm better off than you; I have one point five million!"

"..."

Conversations echoed throughout the office; there were some complaints, but the air of superiority in their tone was unmistakable.

This caused those clansmen with lowered heads to bury them even deeper, their hearts feeling as if they had been riddled with holes.

And just like that...

Amidst this seemingly heated yet bizarre atmosphere.

Class and conflict were born in silence.

Once the clansmen had dispersed, only Yan and Tekka remained in the office.

"Tekka!" Yan sat back in his chair, hands crossed, a smile on his face. "Did you understand my intentions just now?"

Hearing Yan's question, Tekka scratched his head in embarrassment and said.

"Lord Yan!"

"I feel like I understood a little, but also like I didn't understand at all!"

"Then tell me your thoughts!" Yan's tone was gentle.

It brushed over Uchiha Tekka's heart like a spring breeze, allowing him to set aside his inner reservations and speak boldly.

"Lord Yan, are you trying to split the clansmen into two factions and set them against each other?"

"Yes, and no!" Yan first nodded, then shook his head. "It is to split them into two classes."

"Classes?" This brand-new term caused Uchiha Tekka's brain to stall. "I don't quite understand!"

"What is a class?" Yan explained with a smile. "A class refers to different social strata divided based on differences in economy, politics, and social status."

"In the casino, those clansmen holding high credit limits are the upper class."

"They hold vast wealth, yet it can only be used within the casino. As time passes, and with the contrast provided by those clansmen with low limits, it is only a matter of time before they become extravagant."

"Because of this, they will harbor a sense of superiority, feeling they are better than others."

Having said this, Yan smiled slightly, paused, and continued.

"Imagine, if one day, they lost everything and became just like the clansmen they used to look down upon. Do you think they could accept such a psychological disparity?"

Hearing Yan's easy-to-understand explanation, a flash of insight suddenly crossed Uchiha Tekka's mind.

Things that he hadn't understood before now made perfect sense, but the conclusion he reached made his blood run cold.

Looking at the slightly sinister smile before him, Uchiha Tekka couldn't help but shiver, his awe of Yan deepening.

To use such a method to incite the inner desires of the clansmen—this was nothing short of devilish!

"Lord Yan!" Uchiha Tekka's tone grew increasingly respectful. "You are truly a genius!"

"The clansmen with low limits can be handled the same way."

"Let them experience the favorable conditions brought by the upper class, and then cast them down into hell."

"Under the influence of such intense emotions, the likelihood of the clansmen awakening their eyes will be all the greater!"