All the students get teleported to the school compound. A circle appeared on the ground and a man instantly appeared on it. He looks around for a bit and sighs. His appearance made silence fall over the compound.
"You seem to be a lot this year. I hope you didn't pass the trial by luck" he lets out a small laugh.
"Now let's get to business. Your class will be distributed based on the points you accumulated or whether you were able to clear the final phase. Everything will be provided later to you on your bands"
"Our bands disappeared when we finished the entrance exam" A random student spoke up.
"Are you sure"
The students look back on their wrist and spot their bands back on them.
"Lina… what is going on" Chris asked.
"If I'm to guess. They wanted to take away our bands cause they aren't necessary now but looking at this year's candidates, they need it to keep track of their actions or people might take advantage". She said directing her gaze to Kira.
"why are you looking at me all of a sudden"
"no reason"
"Good luck and welcome once again to reality high school" he said an disappeared.
Who was that guy. I couldn't even feel his presence but I knew he had arrived.
"you are wondering why you couldn't feel his presence right" Kira whispered to Chris.
"Yeah but how did you know"
"It's showing on your face actually" Kira thinks to himself and clears his throat
"It is a skill actually. It cloaks yourself with others aura to hide yours"
"So whose aura do you think he was mimicking."
"who knows."
A message appeared on their bands and they look at it and do as they were told.
The message on their bands blinked twice before expanding into a holographic map of the school. A soft voice read aloud in their minds:
"Students will now be sorted into classes. Please proceed to your designated homerooms. Class lists are now live."
Chris narrowed his eyes. "So it begins."
The map pulsed once more before displaying a new label—CRIMSON CLASS.
Kira let out a low whistle. "That's a name that promises blood."
"I've never heard of a class with that name," Lina said softly. "This isn't standard."
Chris checked his band again. CRIMSON CLASS - ROOM 001.
Raya clutched his sleeve. "That's us, isn't it?"
He nodded. "Let's go."
Reality High – Hall of Assignment
Students streamed through the vast marble halls, murmuring as they examined their bands. Names flickered across floating boards:
Silver Class — Combat Strategists
Azure Class — Elemental Experts
Shadow Class — Stealth and Recon
Crimson Class — Undefined
That last one made everyone pause.
"Undefined?" someone scoffed. "That's not even a department."
"Must be the rejects."
"Or the unstable ones."
Dice's voice cut through the noise. "Nah. We're the wild cards."
He flipped his dice, which floated midair before bursting into red sparks. "Crimson fits perfectly."
Students in the hallway turned as the entire Team Nightveil passed—Chris, Kira, Raya, Lina, Dice, Sennya, Marin, and Korran. Silence followed their steps.
Room 001 — The Crimson Class
The door was unlike any other. Made of polished blackwood and carved with ancient runes, it pulsed faintly. As Chris placed his hand on the surface, it opened with a hiss of steam.
Inside was a wide amphitheater-style room, walls lined with dark crystal. The desks were angular, hovering a few inches above the floor. A glowing sigil hovered above the blackboard, rotating slowly—marking the room as their own.
"Fancy," Kira muttered. "I expected blood and broken furniture."
"You can still make that happen," Lina teased, nudging him.
Suddenly, the lights dimmed.
A projection shimmered to life at the front of the room. The same man from before—cloaked in gray with unreadable eyes—stood before them again, now only a hologram.
"Welcome, Crimson Class," he said, his voice deep and deliberate. "You are not here because you passed. You are here because you survived. The school has no record of this class in the past two centuries. You are… an exception."
He paused, as if letting the weight of that settle
.
"You will receive no manuals. No mercy. No shortcuts. You are here to become apexes… or become fuel for the next batch."
"Fuel?" Raya whispered.
Chris didn't flinch. He expected as much.
"Your first mission begins at midnight. Outside the school walls, a sealed zone will open. You will retrieve a relic from within and return before dawn. Fail—and you will be expelled."
The hologram vanished.
Kira clapped once. "So they're throwing us straight into hell again."
Dice smirked. "I prefer it that way. No boredom."
Lina folded her arms. "We don't even get a moment to rest…"
Chris stood. "This is a test of instinct. They want to see how we react to chaos without guidance."
Sennya spoke quietly, "Or they want to see who cracks first."
Midnight — The Wailing Grounds
The moon loomed high and blood-red once again. The gates of Reality High groaned open, revealing a forest of dead trees and stone pillars stretching into darkness.
The eight members of Crimson Class stood silently at the edge.
"No map this time," Kira muttered.
"No time limit either," Marin added. "Which means… the danger isn't just in failing."
Chris stepped forward first. "Let's move."
They entered the Wailing Grounds—and the darkness swallowed them whole.
Fog coiled around their feet as the Crimson Class ventured deeper into the cursed forest. Shadows twisted in the trees, and distant whispers haunted the wind.
"Don't stray too far," Chris warned.
"I'll try," Dice said, already veering toward a glimmering statue. "No promises though."
Suddenly—
CRACK—BOOM!
The sky above shattered like glass.
A rupture tore open midair, revealing a glowing white rift. Lightning flared from within, blasting the trees with raw energy.
Everyone jumped back, weapons drawn.
"Dimensional breach?" Kira asked, scanning upward.
Chris narrowed his eyes. "No… it's intentional."
From the rift, three figures dropped down—each landing with a force that shook the ground.
One of them stood slowly, dusting himself off.
He wore a long coat trimmed with silver. His dark-red hair shimmered faintly in the moonlight, and in his eyes burned a strange light that shifted constantly—like the laws of nature themselves were being rewritten.
"I was told the Crimson Class would be interesting," he said, voice calm and controlled. "So far, you've lived up to the rumors."
Chris raised a brow. "And you are?"
The red-haired boy grinned faintly. "Ard Everra. Transfer student."
He raised one hand—and a glowing sigil bloomed in the air, then twisted into a completely different one mid-cast.
Chris's eyes widened. "You created… your own spell?"
Ard nodded. "Ability Creation and Distortion. That's my thing."
From behind him, a quiet girl with pale blue hair stepped forward. She didn't speak, but her eyes gleamed with alert calculation. A soft ripple in the air surrounded her.
The trees behind them briefly phased out of existence—transparent like ghosts.
"She's Sage," Ard added. "She can phase through reality. Oh—and she controls water too. Efficient in both close and mid-range combat."
Sage gave a small nod. "Try not to drown," she whispered, then vanished from sight entirely.
"And the last one?" Kira asked, arms crossed.
The final figure stepped out of the shadows—a tall boy with one eye covered by bandages, wearing a sleeveless coat and a smirk that radiated pure confidence.
"Dawson Ryne. Call me the wildcard's wildcard," he said. "I specialize in momentum transfer, energy rebound, and a whole lot of boom."
He clapped his hands—and the ground pulsed.
A chunk of stone flew upward like a missile—ricocheting off three trees before returning to his hand.
"Yeah," Dice muttered, blinking. "He's dangerous."
Chris exchanged a glance with Kira. "They're strong. But why join us now?"
Ard's expression darkened. "We weren't part of the main test. We were… held in containment. Reality High was unsure whether we'd break the game or save it."
"And?" Lina asked.
"They decided to throw us in anyway," Sage's voice echoed from behind them all.
Suddenly, screams tore through the forest.
Dozens of spectral figures surged from the mist—echoes of the Crimson Massacre, trapped souls twisted into nightmares.
Raya gasped. "We're surrounded!"
Chris drew his sword. "No more talking. Form up!"
But Ard stepped ahead.
"No need," he said calmly.
His hand burned with shifting runes. "Let me show you why they feared us."
CRACK—WHHHMMM!
Reality fractured. The spirits dissolved as their code unraveled. Ard's power bent logic, unmaking them with pure conceptual override.
Behind him, Sage appeared midair, hurling spears of compressed water into targets even before they formed.
Dawson spun once and sent a phantom charging creature flying into the treetops—without touching it.
The rest of the Crimson Class stared in awe.
Even Yuujin, watching from afar, narrowed his eyes. "They weren't in the files… Interesting."
After clearing the wave, the class reached a crumbling shrine in the center of the Wailing Grounds. There, an ancient relic hovered—an orb filled with red stardust.
"This is the relic?" Lina asked.
"No," Ard said. "This is the key. The real relic is beneath us."
The ground trembled.
Kira stepped back. "Let me guess… another boss fight."
Chris grinned. "Let's give the newcomers a warm welcome."
As the stone split open and a howling spirit titan emerged from below, Ard cracked his knuckles.
"This… is our real entry exam."