The Chosen One shouldn't exists?

When Earth awakened into the Echelons of Ascension, a cosmic system that ranked worlds and granted them access to power, evolution, and status—it should have marked a new beginning. But Earth’s awakening was a disaster. Instead of rising as its original proud SSS rank, Earth collapsed into an E-Rank wasteland, the lowest tier possible, where only lowest-ranked talent thrived. In the Echelons, low-ranked worlds didn’t survive—they were colonized, harvested, or enslaved by stronger planets, either consisting of fellow humans or other mythical races like elves, druids, fairies, dragons etc. Yet this failure wasn’t a glitch. It was a sacrifice caused by a phenomenon known to many as The grand will awakening which happened once in hundreds of thousands of years, All of Earth’s potential—its blessing, its future—was forcefully funneled into a single person: a teenage boy obsessed with immortality, Lucian Vermora. Once the son of a revered president. Now, the sole Hope of a dying world. A false immortal. A false god in exile. On his home planet, he reigned like a deity—able to bless or curse with his false divine authority, bend life and death, and rewrite fate itself. His power grew as the world evolved, and with each rank, his dominion expanded. But Earth’s rebirth had drawn attention like every other newly awakened world. Predators from higher-ranked worlds were circling, eager to add another slave to their collection, but their interest wasn’t of much on E ranked planet yet however it wouldn’t last as the anomaly born in this planet had to protect his planet from getting enslaved. At the same time, protected himself from the eyes of powerful beings who if found out about his false immortality they would do everything in their power to get a piece of him. Because in the Echelons, the weak served the strong… And they had no right to even their souls.