Stepping out of the portal, the world immediately felt… different.
A soft breeze brushed past me, carrying with it the faint scent of dew-covered roses and old parchment, tinged with mana.
Sweet, airy, but invigorating—as if the very wind whispered of long-forgotten spells and the ambitions of countless dreamers. The atmosphere here was dense with magic.
Not oppressive, no—rather, it buzzed gently along my skin, like a lover's soft touch or the thrill of anticipation before battle.
The very air was richer than anywhere I'd ever been, teeming with mana so potent it made my senses sharpen just by breathing it in.
Compared to this, the outside world felt pale and diluted. There was no doubt about it—this place was on an entirely different level.
In front of me stood an enormous gate wrought from ancient, shimmering metal. Its surface was engraved with elegant patterns—runes and sigils pulsing with residual enchantments from an era lost to time.
Beyond the gate loomed the academy itself.
Rose Academy.
A monumental cathedral-like structure constructed from silver marble veined with gold. Spires pierced the sky like lances of divine will, and majestic archways framed in golden crystal reflected the rising sun, casting prismatic patterns across the courtyard.
Towering pillars supported sweeping terraces, each adorned with blooming roses, enchanted vines, and floating glyphs that shifted shape with the rhythm of mana.
It was breathtaking.
Grand. Reverent. Intimidating.
Even after seeing it in the game countless times, nothing could've prepared me for its real-life scale. I couldn't even see the entire campus from where I stood. The sheer size of it made cities look like playsets in comparison.
The game lore hadn't lied. The academy was said to span nearly thirty percent of the Alaris region's landmass. That wasn't just large—it was vast beyond comprehension. It was practically a kingdom in itself.
Entire noble houses would pale in comparison to this single institution.
It wasn't just about size. It was about history, culture, influence. Students from every corner of the world journeyed here—not just from Alaris, but also from foreign continents and distant kingdoms. The elite, the geniuses, the prodigies. This was the melting pot of power.
This was where futures were forged.
This was the crucible where world-changers were born.
And more importantly… this was where I would cross paths with the protagonist. Where our fates would intertwine. Where my plans would truly begin.
But despite the elegance, the charm, the sheer glory of the place—it wasn't some utopian sanctuary.
No.
Rose Academy was a battlefield.
Not the kind lined with corpses or soaked in blood—though that too would come in time—but a battleground of ideologies, ambition, and sheer willpower.
The weak weren't coddled. They weren't even pitied.
They were expelled.
Mercilessly.
It wasn't even personal. The institution simply didn't tolerate stagnation. It had a single iron rule: evolve, or vanish.
Of the hundred thousand students admitted annually, only about half made it through the first year. The rest?
Gone. Forgotten.
In a twisted way, it reminded me of real universities back on Earth—except here, professors actually gave you the grades you earned. No mercy. No second chances. Just raw merit.
Honestly, if Earth had followed the same standards, I was pretty sure seventy percent of my classmates would've failed out by semester two.
I chuckled at the thought, breaking from my inner musings.
A familiar ripple in the air signaled the arrival of someone behind me.
Mia stepped out of the portal moments later, her dark, shoulder-length hair catching the breeze and fluttering like silk ribbons.
She blinked once, adjusting to the sudden shift in light and temperature, before her gaze widened—taking in the breathtaking view of the academy.
I smirked. Her reaction mirrored mine perfectly.
She looked like a curious kitten on her first adventure.
And of course, the urge to ruffle her hair and yank one of those fluttering strands surged up instantly—but I held back. This wasn't the place for teasing. This was the beginning of a new chapter for her. For us.
The last thing I wanted was to cause a scene and give anyone ammunition against her. Cause that won't end well… for them.
"Now then," I said, clearing my throat, "ready for your new school?"
She rolled her eyes in classic Mia fashion. "It's your new school too, genius. And yes, I'm ready."
I grinned and patted her back lightly. "Good. Go on then. Make me proud. Don't disappoint me."
Instant retaliation. She swatted my arm with practiced precision and glared. "Excuse you? I'm the older one here. You don't disappoint me. And more importantly, don't get yourself hurt."
Her words carried that rare blend of annoyance and concern that only an older sister could manage. I couldn't help but smile—genuinely this time. Warm. Honest.
"Don't worry," I replied softly.
She studied me for a second longer, as if trying to discern some hidden meaning behind my confident words. And then, without warning, she stepped forward and hugged me.
A tight, protective embrace.
I didn't hesitate to return it.
In this world filled with power struggles, monsters, and political schemes—this small moment of familial warmth felt like a rare blessing.
For a few seconds, we weren't Arawn and Mia. We weren't isekai'd siblings trying to live in an unforgiving world.
We were just Cassius and Mia.
Just two kids about to enter the biggest stage of their lives.
And then, slowly, we pulled away.
With a shared nod of understanding, we turned to the gates.
Hand in hand, we pushed them open.
The great metal doors groaned, creaked—and then swung wide to reveal the vast interior grounds of Rose Academy.
Behind us, the portal shimmered once more before vanishing entirely. There was no turning back now.
Ahead of us lay destiny.
We stepped forward.
...
The moment we stepped past the colossal gates, the world around me shimmered.
And then the system's notification chimed in—
—— Rose Academy Entrance Examination ———
Creator: Principal of Rose Academy
Rank: Varies
Description: You will be teleported into randomly assigned monster zones of varying difficulty. Your task is simple—eliminate as many monsters as possible within the time limit. Each successful kill grants points based on difficulty and efficiency.
The individual with the highest total score at the end will be recognized as the Student Leader (Physical) of this year's incoming class.
Reward: Official admittance into Rose Academy. Potential to lead this year's physical division.
Penalty: Rejection from Rose Academy.
Duration: 72 hours.
—— Best of Luck ——
The message flickered, lingering for only a few seconds before vanishing from my vision like mist in the sun.
I blinked.
"Monster zones, huh…" I muttered, exhaling slowly as the weight of the words settled into my chest.
Memories of the game's lore resurfaced like buried echoes.
Monster zones were divided into four broad categories:
Low-Tier Zones — populated by creatures ranging from ★ to ★★★ in threat level.
Medium-Tier Zones — ★★★★ to ★★★★★★ monsters roamed freely, often organized in groups or led by semi-intelligent variants.
High-Tier Zones — ★★★★★★★ to ★★★★★★★★★ creatures. Here, even veteran adventurers tread lightly, for a single misstep meant death.
And then… the final category. One never meant to exist in reality.
Calamity-Level Zones.
These were the stuff of legends—nightmarish realms where ★★★★★★★★★★ threats lived, breathed, and devoured anything lesser. In the game's final arc, the last boss emerged from a shifting Calamity Zone, distorting space and flooding the world with creatures from beyond comprehension.
That boss had been the end of every routes. An apocalyptic force.
I shivered just remembering the carnage that thing brought.
But that wasn't today's concern. Hopefully.
For now, the exam seemed rather straightforward. Brutal, but fair.
Kill monsters. Gain points. Climb to the top.
Hell, if anything, this was familiar territory. After what I'd gone through in Isolde's illusionary hellscape, a mere monster zone full of bloodthirsty monsters felt like a warm-up.
Or so I told myself.
Before I could process the situation further, a strange tug—like an invisible hand yanking at my navel—jerked my entire body forward.
The world twisted and folded in on itself. I stumbled.
And then, without warning, the scenery changed completely.
Gone was the grand entrance and pristine silver marble of Rose Academy.
In its place was a dense, humid, and almost prehistoric jungle.
I glanced around warily.
The air was heavy with moisture, laced with the pungent scent of moss, soil, and something slightly acrid—like the breath of a beast that hadn't brushed its teeth in centuries.
The trees were titanic in size, rivaling redwoods from Earth, their gnarled roots thick as serpents and coiled like nesting dragons.
Each trunk was wide enough to hide a dozen people behind, and the canopy above was nearly impenetrable.
Shafts of sunlight barely filtered through, creating eerie patches of light and darkness that danced with every breeze.
Leaves the size of full-grown men fluttered faintly, and strange fruits glowed faintly in the distance with bioluminescent hues. It wasn't just lush here—it was overwhelming. Alive.
I quickly looked around, checking for any sign of Mia.
Nothing.
Of course. She must've been sent to the academic division's trial—something focused on strategy, spell formulation, or raw intelligence. It made sense. The system clearly separated students based on aptitudes.
This was my trial.
The jungle was dense enough that visibility dropped to less than fifteen meters in most directions. That meant ambushes. That meant layered terrain. That meant predators that knew how to stalk and kill.
I began scanning my surroundings.
Tall shrubs, gnarled roots, vibrant fungi clusters, and vines that twisted in unnatural ways. Some herbs caught my attention—Violia Root, known for its high mana-restorative properties, and Ashblossom Clovers, which were rare ingredients in pain-dulling potions.
My first instinct was to harvest them. Store them in my inventory like I'd done a hundred times before in game.
But then I remembered the rules from the game.
Inventory access is disabled. Any use will result in immediate disqualification.
"Damn," I muttered. "I should've brought a damn backpack…"
This world. This body. This system. I still viewed them like game mechanics sometimes, and it was proving to be a fatal flaw in real-world survival.
If this were just a game, I'd already have looted every valuable item, checked the minimap, and routed a safe path toward a monster cluster.
'I mean not exactly looted cause I would have been disqualified but still.'
But this wasn't a game. It never was.
This was real.
And every choice could be the one that killed me.
Taking a deep breath, adjusted the blade at my hip, which was miraculously in my hand somehow and began moving deeper into the forest.
Each step was deliberate.
Each breath cautious.
I kept my senses sharp, letting my instincts, mana perception, and training under Isolde guide me.
This was going to be so much….FUN.