Stan Miller, a slim, but handsome young man, with dark hair, green eyes, white complexion, walked calmly along the sidewalk of his neighborhood as he made his way to the Academy with a book in his right hand.
"What a cruel world, the first chapter tells you what will happen in 6 years, how the hero defeats the country of demons and is filled with glory, at the same time he is accompanied by his three faithful followers, who became his girlfriends; I think I'll return his novel to Carl, exams are coming and I have to..."
Bang!
Stan barely comprehended what his ears heard.
"One bullet, impossible, this neighborhood is..."
His mind began to cloud, he looked down at his shirt, there was a trickle of blood sliding down as it dyed the white shirt red.
"You've got to be kidding me..."
Stan fell onto the sidewalk, the novel still in his right hand. A trickle of Stan's blood reached the novel.
••••
Stan wakes up in a room with green walls, a wooden ceiling, a not so comfortable bed, he stands up, looks around, from the window he sees how the dark sky begins to tint with sunlight.
"Where am I? Someone saved me, and brought me to your house?"
Stan looks at a magazine on the nightstand, glances at it, and sees several sexy, beautiful women in bikinis.
"What's this? A demon women cosplay magazine"
Stan laughs and places the magazine on the nightstand, looks around again, sees a door, walks in.
"A bathroom? What the hell?"
Stan almost fell sitting on the floor when he was caught by the reflection of a handsome young man, thin face, fair complexion, almost reddish brown hair, blue eyes, wearing a white shirt and white sleep pants.
He moved to the right, moved to the left, jumped; until at last he accepted reality.
"I have transmigrated?"
-This must be a dream. Yes, what happened this morning too. It will be best to sleep on.
Stan went back to the denial phase. He lay down and tucked himself in.
A few minutes passed and there was already sunlight coming through the window, in the end he could not sleep, he went into the bathroom, bathed carefully, came out again, checked the closet and found several white shirts, with black ties and some black tunics with open collars with a white stripe in the center of the front.
For the moment, he decided not to overthink, got dressed and as he opened the door he repeated to himself:
-You must keep calm, you must keep calm.
Crac!
Stan opened the door and began walking through the wide hallways of what appeared to be an Academy.
As he walked Stan cautiously watched the demons who were not wearing uniforms. However, after walking for a few minutes and recovering from his nerves, he asked himself:
"Where the hell am I supposed to go? Who am I supposed to be? If I attract too much attention I'll get in trouble"
Stan stopped to look around, until he saw a beautiful student with long green hair, green eyes, with a small white horn rising high on the left side of her forehead, white skin, slim waist and excellent curves, but with an innocent look.
-Hello!" Stan approached her confidently.
The young woman looked a little frightened at the sight of him.
"Who am I reincarnated as, am I some kind of hidden boss? I'll take advantage of it for the time being."
-Guide me to my living room. -Stan ordered her.
The young woman walked beside Stan, and murmurs could be heard.
"Oh no! That bastard marked Seliz"
"Poor thing, as beautiful as she was, no one will love her anymore"
"That bastard only knows how to use his grandfather's title."
"I think they're exaggerating a bit. I use my grandfather's title? Well, apparently I don't have to worry about being bullied," Stan thought until he stopped right in front of a classroom that had some strange symbols on a sign above the entrance, but which thanks to the memories of the body he transmigrated into he could understand.
"Classroom 030: Class C"
Stan couldn't help but be surprised, the beginning was average. "Now I know why they said I was despicable."
Stan looked at Seliz again from the bottom to the top.
"Yes she is very pretty."
-What class are you in?
-Class, in class B.
"Mmm not much difference I think?"
-Come get me when class is over, I want to talk to you about something important.
The young woman nodded and left with her eyes down.
"Yes, I think it can help me. Now I understand why they said that people's knowledge is in a different part of the brain than the one that stores memories; although, apparently, this demon hadn't bothered to learn.
Stan entered the classroom, there were almost 40 seats, few were empty; near a female demon, slender, blonde, white skinned and with a vertical red mark on her forehead, he found a place to sit."
Demon women are beautiful, I guess I could give it a try. Is there anything wrong with being a demon?" thought Marc a few minutes after seeing the new world he had to live in.
[Demonic System Activated]
[Host Mart Sevec (Stan Miller)]
Stan couldn't help but be surprised to see the virtual window that appeared in front of him, he looked in all directions and realized that no one else could see the window.
-Hey, stand up. That's my place.
Stan heard an intimidating voice coming from a tall, stocky student with grayish skin, dull blue hair, and a horn on his forehead.
"What, are you trying to intimidate me? Let's test how great my grandfather's reputation is, well, he's not really my grandfather, though."
-You're talking to me; I've decided I want to sit here. You're going to stop me; oh, right, I'll get in touch with my grandfather soon. -Stan expressed in a confident, unconcerned voice.
"I won't deny, if I were in S class, it would have been different I don't think anyone likes to die twice?"
The student gulped as he heard Stan's words and walked away, but not before glancing sideways once.
"I don't think he looked at me."
-Thanks, Mart. -Said the female student next to him with a certain serenity that did not hide a slight contempt for the young men who walked away.
"I should thank you, now at least I know what my name is"
(Note: we will now call the protagonist Mart)
Mart looked at the beautiful blonde sitting next to him, her thighs barely covered by the skirt allowed to see slender white legs and firm thighs, slim waist, the size of her curves were below average, but that only gave an elgant touch to her beauty.
The beautiful blonde didn't seem to like the way Mart was looking at her and he muttered loud enough for her to hear:
-You're beautiful, why is it wrong to look? In the end I just saw and didn't touch.
"Yes, that's right what happened to the status window? "
[You have completed a basic mission]
[Low level charlatan (a demon must know how to deceive with his words: You have received a reward]
[You have received a welcome gift: [demonic reward]
Mart wanted to inquire, but soon a woman with a white complexion entered, her wavy hair had a light brown, her eyes were amber, she had a pair of pointed ears, who was wearing a tight black sweater and tight pants of the same color, she was also wearing a black trench coat which on the sleeve had an emblem of hands holding a heart which emitted light as if it were the sun.
"Wow, wow, this world is great; what a great figure, slim, tall, with nice breasts and firm buttocks; but that emblem?"
Mart thought for a few seconds and remembered:
"Oh, shoot, it can't be true, that's the emblem of the Danteriar Academy; it means that this is the demon country that falls at the end of the novel I was reading. How long until that? It's pitiful, I only read the first chapter, I'm in trouble"
Mart was holding his hair with his hands while thinking about how problematic his current situation was.