"In exchange for your life, make a wish."

Looking up to the sky where the voice had come from... bloodied and battered, his chest heaving in short, ragged breaths. With spasms of pain wracking his body, he finally made his wish.

"I wish… I wish for my world to be saved."


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The twelve-year-old prodigy of Wexford Academy collapsed inexplicably without warning, his body giving in to shock, and phone slipping off his hands.

When he opened his eyes again, it was not the infirmary ceiling that greeted him, but a world straight out of science fiction... One that could make any hardcore sci-fi nerd bleed from the nose.

A world eerily familiar, reminding him of a web novel he was a little too fond of.

At first glance, everything appeared beautiful, almost utopian, but that couldn't have been more far from the truth. Beneath the surface of a cyberpunk era, humanity had never been as close to annihilation as it was now... tethering on the brink of collapse. 
Beasts and outworlders alike, threatened to erase civilization. Worse still, the ruling class thought only of themselves. 

Resources were scarce, survival was privilege, and strength was currency, and even the direction of a person's life, was determined solely by a mixture of small luck, heritage, but ultimately, the system designed by the ruling class.

And Sean, armed with nothing but the fragmented knowledge of a few hundred chapters of the novel, was thrust headfirst into this dangerous reality, without warning, nor preparation. A world where his every breath hung by a thread... his existence, a ripple that completely alters the flow of events .

But one question haunted him more than the beasts, more than the chaos, more than the fear of death itself:

How on earth did he end up here? And... Who the hell was Sean?!

"I'm afraid we cannot retrieve the Young Master Sean Storme now. The spatial barrier we put in place to limit the number of out-worlders, somehow collapsed. Every participant is stuck inside for now." 


Richelle's cold gaze did not avert from the man in military uniform who had just spoken... The head overseer of the Academy examination.


Under her gaze, the man felt like he was freezing to death, his blood slowly chilling into rivulets of ice.


His heart shuddered. She wasn't producing any mana... Just her gaze alone, and a Stage-3 like him, who's affinity was even fire, felt like he would freeze to death.


Realizing that his words were only making Richelle angrier... In, fact, she looked just one wrong word away from snapping, but was holding herself back for some reason.


Chapter 70 - The Power Of The White Witch