Raviel stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his uniform which was midnight black in colour and faint silver threads were etched near its collar.

It fit him perfectly. Too perfectly, as before he came to his alloted dorm room, a set of four academy uniforms were already delivered in his room.

Even he had a hard time processing about their efficiency and services.

As he looked into the mirror.

His thoughts drifted back to yesterday.

He had spent hours walking— no, roaming around and still all he had managed to cover was barely one-fourth of the whole campus.

The campus wasn't just big, it was absurdly big. Like converting a small city into an institution. Overall the N.O.V.A academy was sprawled over an area of eight square kilometers— with the layout being divided into four cardinal directions.

The North side of the campus cantained the academy quarters, training grounds and innovative dorms which were basically more upgraded version of the training grounds which were excellent for evaluating body performance.

South had the facilities for research and within those facilities were various other sub-branches. One of the main institution in the south, is the Healthcare facilities.

The west cantained the entertainment and recreational zones.

And finally— East, this was where the students lived. Raviel's dorm was called the S-rooms which was reserved for the rankers.

His room was on the eleventh floor, with a wide window, open and spacious rooms with a minibar and an inbuilt theatre. His room was truly a work of art.

He let out a short laugh.

"Rank eleven and floor number eleventh. This is pretty neat".

Besides the S-rooms were Ember, Sapphire and Ruby, allotted for the lower ranked students.

Raviel's smile faded as he remembered something.

There were still some major gaps in the previous Raviel's memories. All he knew about this body was some fragments of the previous Raviel who had somehow fell into a ruin, near the pacific ocean.

"Get those memories back", he muttered to his reflection.

The doorbell chimed.

Raviel blinked, pulled himself together as he glanced at the mirror for one last time, and turned towards the door.

Raviel opened the door.

Standing outside was a room service staff member, dressed in a full black tailored uniform with red stripes, he was holding a small tray. On it sat a chilled can of energy drink and a single chocolate bar — the things he had ordered earlier as his minibar was sadly empty when he checked it.

"Delivery for room no. 1108", the staff said politely.

"Yeah, that's me", Raviel replied taking the can and the bar.

"Thanks".

The staff gave a short nod and moved on.

Raviel closed the door behind him and leaned against it for a second, then glanced at what he was holding. He popped the can open, took a short sip, and let out a quiet breath.

"I love this flavour".

He slipped the chocolate bar in his pocket, stepped into the quiet hallway and headed towards the elevator at the end.

The corridor was quiet and cold due to the morning air.

He pressed the button, the doors slid open, and he stepped inside.

Raviel tapped Ground Floor on the panel.

The doors closed smoothly, and the lift began its descent.

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Raviel walked for fifteen minutes at a slow pace, reaching the academy quarters, he stepped in one of the main hallways. The place was already alive by now— students moving in group with nervous faces, soft chatter echoing off the polished floor and holographic signs floating above.

He flicked his wrist and checked his Arctic.

[ 8:30 a.m ]

"Great… cutting it close," he muttered.

He pulled up the campus map again on his Arctic, eyes scanning the route, when suddenly.

Thump

Someone bumped into his shoulder.

A few drops of the energy drink splashed onto the black fabric of his academy uniform. Raviel looked down at the damp stain, then at the can in his hand. The can was noticeably lighter now.

He frowned. "Hey—"

Before he could finish, the boy who had hit him bowed quickly, and mouthed words out in a rush.

"Please forgive me! I really have to see my goddess, Miss Sylvie!"

"...."

Raviel stared at him.

And just like that, the guy bolted down the hallway, weaving through students and disappearing around a corner.

"…Goddess?" he repeated flatly.

He rubbed his temples, exhaling slowly, then glanced at the can again. Almost empty now.

"Of course, another hopeless case of severe delusion".

He walked over to a nearby dustbin and tossed the can in with a light clink. Checking the time once more, he started moving down the hallway at an easy pace.

"Fifteen minutes," he said to himself. "Plenty of time."

Raviel walked further into the hallway.

Then reaching a door, labelled: Class 1-S.

He pushed the classroom door and stepped inside.

His first thought seeing the inside was simple.

This is way bigger than it was described in the novel.

The classroom was humongous and magnificient at the same time. High ceiling, wide glass, wide pannels and lights floating above and even the desk screamed money.

Only ten students were already there.

As soon as he walked in, few heads turned.

Some eyes lingered for more than a second and just in few minutes they turned their heads and went back to do whatever they were doing.

Raviel didn't mind.

He scanned the room and noticed a seat by the window. The sunlight there looked nice, almost tempting. He took a step toward it, then paused.

He tapped his pocket lightly.

"…Chocolate'll melt, and this seat is far too back," he muttered.

With a small shake of his head, he turned away and walked toward the fourth row instead. The class had five rows in total.

He slid into the seat, leaned back, and let out a quiet sigh.

Raviel leaned back in his seat and flicked open his Arctic, mostly just to kill time.

A video autoplayed in the trending section.

On the screen, a middle-aged man stood in front of some city backdrop, talking with an overly exaggerated seriousness.

[ "Dear humans…pollution levels are rising rapidly, and deaths are increasing due to humanity's carelessness—" ]

Raviel narrowed his eyes.

The man casually lifted an ice cream cone into view and took a bite mid-sentence.

Raviel scoffed.

"How the fuck can someone say this type of bullshit while eating ice cream?"

The man on the screen nodded thoughtfully.

[ "Hm. Still, pineapple flavor tastes better than I expected." ]

Just then, he heard it.

Soft footsteps outside the classroom.

He paused the video and stared at the door.

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