"Instead of paying for tuition right away, I'll invest in the shares of potential guilds with promising futures," he mused aloud, his eyes shimmering with a glint of ambition. Securing financial growth through guild investments excited him; it seemed a wise move in a world where connections and wealth often determined one's success. "And if I gather enough goods, I might even consider starting a small business in the Trading Guild."The thought filled him with a sense of purpose and hope. He could already see the possibilities unfold before him—ventures that would bring wealth and establish his reputation in the bustling city. Money, he understood, was not merely a tool for survival but a powerful key to opening doors to numerous opportunities and connections.In the quieter corners of his mind, the stark reality of his ambitions loomed large. "In the future, the amount of money I'll need is no small sum," he murmured, his tone shifting to one of sober reflection. Supporting the ta
"See you later... but... next time, please don't pull on someone else's shirt like that..."At that precise moment, it seemed that the petite angelic girl had just realized she was clutching the hem of Ryoshu's shirt. Her eyes widened in sudden awareness, and she quickly let go as if the fabric had burned her fingers. What stood out most in this scene was the incredible proximity of their heads. Their faces were so close that even the slightest movement could have resulted in an undeniably awkward situation, almost as if the air between them had thickened with tension.Ryoshu's mind raced, struggling to process the sudden nearness. The image of a tomato was the only thing he could conjure to describe Luna's face, which had flushed a vibrant, almost luminous shade of red. Her cheeks seemed to glow with embarrassment, and he could practically feel the heat radiating from her skin.This moment was incredibly challenging for someone like Ryoshu, who was acutely sensitive and easily flust
"What on earth is going on?" he muttered, utterly bewildered by the sight before him. The scene was so unexpected that it left him momentarily stunned. Although he lacked the courage to step inside, his curiosity got the better of him, and he cautiously peered in. Just at the entrance of the dormitory, Haruki and Charlotte were deeply engrossed in an unusually intimate conversation, their heads close together, sharing words he couldn't quite hear."They look so close... why does this scene seem so familiar?" he thought, a profound sense of déjà vu washing over him. The familiarity was unsettling. "This is the scene right after that cold, unfeeling guy Midnight—supposed to be a Star student—challenges the academy."Reflecting further, he realized, "Because I've temporarily taken his place, now everything is unfolding as it should... according to the script of the game Rainfall Disorder."As he stood there, lost in his thoughts and trying to piece everything together, a group of other
Charlotte's sigh was heavy with the weight of her disappointment. Her eyes locked onto the paper she held, searching for hidden meaning in the inked numbers. The quiet room seemed to echo with her despondence. Her brows knitted together, and her lips pursed in a faint frown. "I only got 200 points... so I'm ranked 13th," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, each word laced with a palpable sense of frustration and regret. "Katia got 235 points and is ranked 11th."Ever attentive to his friend's emotions, Haruki moved closer, his expression softening with empathy. His blue hair fell into his eyes as he leaned in, a small, comforting smile on his lips. "You both were so close, weren't you?" he said, his tone gentle and encouraging. "If it hadn't been for those demon worshippers at the end, our whole group would have made it into the top 10.Charlotte's gaze shifted from the paper to Haruki, her mind replaying the chaotic events of the competition's final moments. Her brow f
Late into a summer night, powerful wind gusts swept inland from the ocean, carrying a chilling coldness.In a quiet, desolate neighborhood, a couple walked side by side, their discontent palpable.Suddenly, under the streetlight's glare, the girl came to a halt, delivering a startling message to her disheveled companion before he could fully turn around."Ryoshu... I'm sorry, but... it's over between us."The already frigid air seemed to drop a few more degrees at her words, sending a shiver down his spine.Caught off guard by the sudden events, Ryoshu struggled to find words, his throat constricting with the weight of his emotions.His expression shifted from confusion to disbelief, breaking the silence of the serene night with a heavy sigh.Attempting a forced smile, he managed to convey his heartfelt farewell:"I hope you find someone who truly deserves you."Adapting perhaps too quickly, he hurried away, leaving the girl alone with her thoughts in the melancholic night.Unaware of
Ryoshu is still trying to wrap his head around what just happened. Somehow, he's ended up in the world of Rainfall Disorder, the game he's been playing for over five years.After waking up in this strange place, Ryoshu's first instinct is to figure out when his memories stopped."Okay, so if I remember correctly, I deleted the game yesterday before going to bed. And when I woke up, boom, here I am. Did I get transported while I was asleep?"He scratches his chin, deep in thought. Eventually, he comes up with a wild idea."Could it be that I've reincarnated into this world?"Realizing how absurd it sounds, he gives himself a little slap. Rubbing his cheek, he continues pondering."Let's say that hypothesis is true! It still doesn't quite add up."Being inside his house makes the whole thing seem even more implausible."Maybe a bunch of trucks crashed into the house... Or perhaps I had a stroke?"Considering his lack of exercise and unhealthy eating habits, the stroke theory seems somew
RC, short for Reunion Coin, is humanity's official currency managed by the Reunion Corporation in partnership with the Government. In the real world, one RC holds the same value as one USD.Ryoshu, now realizing his dire financial situation, hurriedly sketches out plans to earn money in the future."Only a hundred dollars... But I need much more..."He's acutely aware that Spiral Academy's tuition fees are exorbitant. To put it into perspective, a loaf of bread costs around 1-2 RC, while basic rent is about 1,500 RC per month...So, while most assume tuition fees are around 10,000 RC per year, the actual cost is a staggering 80,000 RC annually—eight times higher. It's an insurmountable sum, especially for someone practically penniless like him.Thankfully, tuition fees are split into two payments: at the beginning and end of the school year. But failure to pay will lead to debt and potential legal consequences.Without anyone to support him, Ryoshu faces the grim prospect of imprisonm
The space around Ryoshu suddenly fell deadly silent. He guessed it was because no light was reaching his tightly shut eyes."So, instant teleportation now?" he thought. Though eager to open his eyes, the sensation was like riding a roller coaster blindfolded, making him hesitate. He could only feel a dizzying sensation.He had expected the teleportation process to be as quick as in the game, but maybe the developers had made many changes in this upgraded version. As soon as he finished teleporting, he heard the bustling noise of the crowd, including footsteps, haggling, and bickering.Black Market attendants would teleport customers into random spots amidst the crowd and give them a bit of invisibility magic upon arrival to avoid being tracked.When he opened his eyes, an underground marketplace sprawled before him. It wasn't littered like a typical slum, but the haphazard decoration of small stalls gave it a chaotic and unplanned look, quite unlike any slum. Customers passed each oth