The bullet flew straight toward Alex's head.Just as it was about to make contact, everything froze.Time itself seemed to halt, leaving the world suspended in eerie silence.Out of nowhere, the old master appeared in a non-physical form, his presence almost like a mirage as he looked at Alex with calm, knowing eyes."Are you sure you're not going to run from this situation?"Alex chuckled, his voice quiet but resolute. "Run? To save my life? And then what?"He shifted into a soul form, his body becoming weightless as he floated up, leaving the frozen scene behind.He flew to the highest point of the castle, where the sky stretched endlessly before him.The old master stood beside him, the entire world below them locked in stillness.“Everyone dies someday, right?” Alex asked, a sigh escaping his lips.“You’re right,” the old master replied softly, his voice filled with the wisdom of countless lifetimes.“Master,” Alex sighed again, “I’ve broken free from the illusions of this world.

When Alex woke up, he found himself lying alone in the middle of what looked like the Academy's training grounds.The grass beneath him felt cold and damp, and a sharp pain stabbed through his side.His mouth tasted like iron—he was bleeding, and it felt like one of his ribs was broken, sending waves of pain with every breath.He squinted up at the sky, his vision blurred by the brightness of the stars scattered across the deep blue expanse.This wasn’t Archlion, the world he knew. No, this was Elysium—a place where magic and swordsmanship reigned supreme, far more important than the technologies he had once relied on.Groaning, Alex tried to push himself to his feet.His body screamed in protest, but he managed to stand, unsteady, as his eyes landed on a door in the distance.The architecture was strange—a blend of the modern world and something medieval. Nobles still ruled here, clinging to ancient traditions and power.Alex had read all about Elysium and the life scenario this worl

Two large suitcases sat outside the door, along with a letter. His eyes narrowed as he read the familiar handwriting:“I’m sorry, Master Alex, but we must return to the Leonhart house. As you are no longer the young master, we have no choice. I wish you the best of luck. – Cindy”His maid had abandoned him.He stared at the suitcases for a moment, then slowly bent down to pick them up.As he stood, he noticed the other students walking through the hall, casting him cold, unfriendly glances.Whispers trailed behind him, heavy with judgment, as though the very air passed sentence.Alex knew his role all too well—he was the villain now.Once a noble, now fallen and disgraced, he had become the perfect target, ripe for attack.Many waited eagerly, thirsting for revenge, ready to settle old grudges."So, this is how far I've fallen," he thought bitterly.His mind raced. If he went to the shared dormitory, who knew what would happen?With the number of enemies he had, there was a very real

Alex recognized the woman standing before him—Nathania Loria, the fifth princess of Avaloria.She was incognito, hiding her true identity as she blended in among the nobility and brilliant commoners at Avaloria Academy.Like him, she was in her second year."You, the outcast from Leonhart! You’ve been expelled from the Academy! What are you doing here in this area?" Nathania yelled.Alex felt the weight of her words, knowing all too well why she despised him.He had tried to assault a new student named Marie, and Arthur had been the one to stop him and deliver justice.But it was Nathania—driven by her obsession with law and order—who had taken things even further.She had a fierce, almost fanatical sense of right and wrong, and her need to see justice served bordered on madness.She often roamed the academy grounds in her knight’s armor, delivering punishments as if she alone were the law."I was outcast from my family and my dormitory," Alex began, his voice low but steady. "But I h

Alex stood and moved toward the bathroom to clean himself, still weak, with too many eyes watching his every move.He couldn’t act now, but he would remember each one of them. Revenge is best served cold, after all.He mused, ‘Beware the fury of a patient man.’When Alex entered the classroom, he quickly scanned the room.People jeered at him, their stares hostile, silently hoping he wouldn’t come near.He was the fallen villain, stripped of authority—what could he possibly hope for now?He chose a corner seat, trying to avoid their attention.Jack, Kevin, and Rudy—the three who had attacked him a few days earlier—were in the same class.Their fear was obvious. They avoided his gaze, their eyes darting away as if any contact might spark conflict.The professor entered, his voice cutting through the tension as he began writing and drawing on the board.“With this formula, you can create a resonant frequency with the fire element and produce a fireball.”The chalk screeched against the