Days later, a girl named Seren — a commoner mage with a bright smile — found me unconscious near a forest.
She took me to the Arcanum Academy, a school for mages and heroes-in-training.
To hide my identity, I enrolled as a scholarship student.
During the academy's mana evaluation, they used the same type of crystal orb.
When I touched it — it exploded into shards of light.
> "Mana capacity… unreadable!" the examiner shouted.
"No record in the system!"
Whispers spread instantly.
"Is he cursed?"
"No… he's hiding something."
Before I could say anything, the doors opened —
and Darius and Althea entered, wearing the royal hero insignia.
Althea's eyes widened. "Syrion… you're alive?"
I smiled faintly. "You look well, Saint Althea."
Darius placed a hand on his sword.
"You shouldn't be here, trash."
I met his gaze, calm and steady.
"Let's see if your True Hero title means anything… when the real player joins the game."
Next Chapter (Preview):
> Syrion begins mastering forbidden magic known only to Max Players — while Althea struggles with her guilt and growing feelings.
But in the shadows, the Demon King whispers:
"A god from another world has awakened… and the system is breaking."