Quest Activated
• Make 1 New Friend
• Identify 1 Potential Threat
• Complete 1 Act of Kindness
• Observe 1 Suspicious Presence
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The golden morning light spilled across the concrete schoolyard as the gates of Greenfield Academy swung open. Uniformed students funneled through, buzzing with anticipation, dread, and teenage chaos. On the surface, it looked like any prestigious private school in the western part of Earth—ivy-covered walls, neatly trimmed hedges, and the occasional overfed squirrel attempting parkour between trees.
Jean Holland stood at the entrance, hands in his blazer pockets, eyes calm but watchful. He was unreadable, save for a flicker of quiet curiosity.
This place… looks normal.
He stepped forward and—
Jean blinked.
"I'm six," he muttered under his breath.
He sighed. "I hate you."
You're hopeless.
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Greenfield Academy wasn't an average school. It catered to the children of tycoons, dignitaries, and quietly… some who weren't quite human. Of course, not everyone knew that. But Jean could see the signs—the pale boy wearing gloves in warm weather, the girl with golden pupils who didn't blink, and the teacher whose shadow moved slightly out of sync.
This may look like Earth… but something's off.
His thoughts were interrupted when someone barreled into him from behind.
"Hey! Watch it, short stack!" barked a freckled, blond boy with a face that screamed "rich and rotten." A cluster of smug lackeys trailed behind him like ducklings in designer sneakers.
Target locked: bully cliché.
The boy sneered. "This is my hallway."
Jean tilted his head.
COUGH
Jean almost choked on his own laughter.
Kenny blinked. "Huh? What's so funny?"
Jean calmly stepped aside. "The hallway's wide enough for everyone. Unless you paid for it. In which case, I'll gladly walk around your ego."
There was something in Jean's tone—calm, clipped, and dangerous. Kenny hesitated... then scoffed and walked away.
"You better watch yourself, runt."
Jean grinned faintly.
Quest check?
<✔ Identify 1 Potential Threat>
Cool.
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Homeroom was a blur. Their teacher, Ms. Clara Willson, was in her early thirties, average-looking, and radiating "don't test me" energy. The kind of woman who didn't need powers to terrify sixth graders.
Best to stay off her radar.
Jean took a window seat and prepared to go full ghost mode.
Unfortunately, fate had other plans.
A boy plopped down beside him—tan skin, chaotic black hair, and the energy of someone who stayed up watching conspiracy documentaries at 2 a.m.
"Yo! You're new, right?" he whispered.
Jean glanced. "Yeah. Jean."
"I'm Marcus. I sit next to all the new kids. It's kind of… my thing. You into video games or ancient alien civilizations?"
Jean blinked. "Both?" he muttered more to himself than Marcus.
Seriously? Of all the freaks, this is the one you give me?
Marcus grinned wide. "Dude. We're gonna be best friends."
<✔ Make 1 New Friend>
Hell no.
Jean snorted. *Like you know how to make friends.*
*Still No.*
Jackass Punk
You little—
"JEAN!"
His head snapped up. Clara's glare sliced through the room like a guillotine.
"What's the last thing I said?" Clara's tone was cold steel wrapped in silk.
Jean scratched his head. "Uh… Sorry. I wasn't paying attention."
"Ha! Loser," Kenny muttered, sparking laughter.
Jean didn't react to the laughter—but that word. Loser.
His gaze locked on Kenny. The room chilled. Something flickered—just beneath the surface.
Clara's eyes narrowed subtly.
Kenny smirked. "What? You gonna cry, freak?"
Jean's fingers clenched. The energy around him shifted ever so slightly.
Crossed the line, punk.
"That's enough," Clara said firmly, cutting the tension. "Eyes front."
Kenny clicked his tongue and looked away. Jean relaxed his fist… barely.
Thanks.
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Later, Clara rapped her ruler on the desk.
"My name is Clara Willson. I expect attention, discipline, and full participation. That means no sleeping, no distractions, and no whispering."
She shot a very specific glance at Jean, who sank slightly in his seat.
"Let's begin introductions…"
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Lunchtime
Jean found himself at a cafeteria table with Marcus, Hana (a quiet girl in long sleeves), and Luis (who spoke like Shakespeare but swore like a sailor).
He picked at his food, scanning the room. That's when he saw it—a student across the way dropped a fork… and it floated mid-air before landing softly in his hand.
No one reacted.
Jean's eyes narrowed slightly.
<✔ Observe 1 Suspicious Presence>
Interesting.
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On his way to the library later, Jean spotted a first-year girl crying near the garden wall. Older students had stolen her notebook and were tossing it around like a toy.
Jean approached quietly.
"Give it back," he said flatly.
The older kids sneered. "You gonna stop us?"
Five minutes later, they walked away muttering about "that creepy kid's eyes."
Jean handed the notebook to the girl. She wiped her tears and bowed slightly.
"T-Thank you…"
He nodded and walked off.
<✔ Complete 1 Act of Kindness>
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As the final bell rang, Jean walked alone toward the gates.
<10× Multiplier Active: Boost Upgraded>
Jean stopped mid-step.
…What now?
He rolled his eyes and kept walking.
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That Night
The room was dark except for the ceiling light's glow. Jean lay on his bed, eyes on the ceiling, system window open in front of him.
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[System Status]
Race: HUMAN
Age: 6 (Mental Age: 27)
Class: NONE
Rank: UNRANKED
Title(s): NONE
Talent Grade: [HIDDEN]
—— [BASE STATS] ——
HP: 300
MP: [LOCKED]
STR: 35
AGL: 36
END: 38
STA: 37
INT: 40
WIS: 42
CHR: 39
[Growth Mode: Active]
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"Wow! I'm really strong." he murmured. "Charm Stat of 309…. Damn I'm smocking."
Jean smirked slightly.
"Whatever."
He shut his eyes.
This world's hiding a lot... but I'm ready.