"Disgusting! I don't know you! You're a disgusting pervert! A creepy stalker!"
The furious voice of a young girl thundered at me. She looked like she was still in her teens, yet her ample chest didn't match her youthful face. Her outburst instantly drew attention—students began to gather around, watching the commotion as if it were a royal drama performance.
"Move!"
The girl shoved my chest hard and stormed off, her footsteps echoing rapidly as she left me behind.
Her long blonde hair fluttered, slowly fading from my sight, half-hidden behind the bangs of my light golden-brown hair.
'What is happening right now?'
I stood frozen in the middle of the corridor, bewildered by the situation that had suddenly befallen me—as if I had just woken up from a long sleep and was immediately thrust into the spotlight.
'Wasn't I just playing a game? Did I fall asleep?'
Several people began whispering about the commotion, their words sharp and unmistakably aimed at me.
"Did Alvein Wisetra just confess to Lady Marie?"
"Wasn't that girl Marie Dianggara?"
"Has that Wisetra guy lost his mind?"
"What an idiot. Of course he'd get rejected."
Their voices stung like needles, each word echoing clearly in my ears. Feeling my face burn with embarrassment, I quickly turned and walked away from the hallway—desperate to find a quiet place.
Not far from the academy's grand hall, near a peaceful garden where the wind blew gently and sunlight filtered through the leaves, I stopped to take refuge. I needed distance from the gossip and humiliation, though I still had no idea what was going on.
The warmth of the sun, the cool breeze brushing against my skin—everything felt too real.
'This isn't a dream...'
I muttered under my breath, "Why… did I become Alvein Wisetra?" My eyes slowly closed as I leaned my back against the trunk of a tree.
This world felt strangely familiar, as if my memories had once roamed every corner of it. The tall-pillared buildings looked like miniature towers rising into the sky.
"The uniform… it feels familiar too."
I glanced down at myself—black attire, the same as the male students who had surrounded me earlier. The girls, on the other hand, wore white uniforms.
Several details started to click in my mind. I wasn't on Earth anymore. I was inside some kind of medieval academy straight out of a European fantasy.
"Oh god… I'm not Danu anymore. Not only that, but the memories of this body's owner are seeping into my head."
That confrontation with the girl earlier—it felt exactly like an event scene from a game I had cleared several times before.
It was Fantasy Love Academy.
A game that mixed magic-action with romance simulation, often abbreviated as FLA.
I couldn't help but admire how the developers had crafted its concept. In all my gaming experience, few titles compared. There were no harem routes; every choice a player made came with real consequences.
The story endings varied greatly, all determined by cause and effect.
It was the dawn of an era where artificial intelligence could feel. FLA became a massive hit when AI technology first began to develop emotions. Every major character was powered by a self-learning AI that felt alive.
I remembered how deeply I'd been impressed by it—the twists, the drama, the heroines whose stories were far from typical.
Then it hit me.
Eyes widening, I straightened my posture and stared at my hands. "Choosing one heroine's route means turning the other candidates into villains."
My brows furrowed. "Alvein Wisetra… this body is just an NPC—a narrative tool."
My memories as Danu swirled together with Alvein's own. This world was the game itself, and somehow, the NPC's memories were merging with mine.
Alvein's backstory surfaced clearly in my mind. He was born a commoner, an orphan who had lost his parents and younger sister.
He entered the academy through a scholarship—a brilliant mind despite his tragic past.
I shook my head, trying to recall the main story. "Marie Dianggara… she's the pure villain without a route. The one and only character written as the main antagonist."
Suppressing my Danu memories, I exhaled. "How stupid… Alvein was blinded by love, always obeying Marie's orders just to destroy the protagonist."
A sigh escaped me. "Why did I end up as him? An NPC, a mere plot device in Marie's revenge story."
I stood up and walked back toward the academy hall, heading for the classroom to blend in with the lessons.
Though it was my first day in this body, everything felt strangely natural—perhaps thanks to Alvein's adaptive mind. He was, after all, a top student.
Classes went smoothly, yet my mind drifted far away from the instructor's lecture. Not because I wanted to act smart—but because I already knew this material.
As a former player, and with Alvein's memories, I understood the world's magic system. Here, it wasn't called mana but nur—a spiritual light energy that resided in all living beings.
"Wisetra."
The voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned toward it—it came from beside me.
A young man with short black hair parted in the middle looked at me with sharp, dagger-like eyes, though his tone was friendly.
I recognized him instantly. I had played as him before.
Raven Morcant—the protagonist.
"Hmm? What is it, Morcant?"
He leaned slightly closer, lowering his voice. "You… shouldn't fall for Marie. I'm warning you. She's a demon with a pretty face," he said, waving his hand slightly.
I nodded faintly and turned my gaze away. "Thanks. I'll keep that in mind."
He wasn't wrong. Soon, Marie would approach me—use me—as her puppet to bring ruin upon the hero.
When classes finally ended, I returned to my dorm room. The faint scent of books still lingered in the air. As the orange hues of sunset painted the sky, I gazed through the open window.
"If I can't return to Earth… what should I do?" I murmured softly. "I know this world will face conflict after graduation. Raven will stand at the center of it, as the hero. For now, I'll just focus on graduating."
Even without a glorious background, I was at least grateful to still exist—as a side character, if nothing else.
All I needed to do was graduate and stay far away from the main conflict.
My only problem… was Marie.
Because Alvein—this NPC—was deeply tied to her role in the story.
"Even if I can't remember everything about Alvein, I'll just live as him."
I watched the fading sunlight outside my window and whispered,
"Fantasy Love Academy—a game filled with emotion and intrigue."
"Every choice shapes destiny. Even though I'm not the protagonist, I can't help but feel anxious… because every heroine who isn't chosen by Raven will eventually become a villain."
My heart pounded heavily in my chest.
With a deep breath, I resigned myself to fate.
I had no choice but to live the life of Alvein Wisetra.