[A/N: no harem, no ecchi, no NTR, no yuri, no damn short lived fulfillment. If you're here for these, then you probably don't want to add this to your collection]

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Let me be honest with you.

I'm Ren Mora. Weakest student in Silvic High. No ability, no rank, no business being here. For almost three years, I've been everyone's favourite punching bag. Which, honestly, takes more skill than people give me credit for.

Then I died. Briefly. And apparently, that was enough to qualify me for a system.

Not the generous kind that hands you godlike powers and a harem. The inconvenient kind, that throws me into life-threatening tournaments, assigns me a holographic guide with zero sympathy, and calls becoming stronger a process.

I've beaten bullies. Survived gang ambushes. Walked into a rival school and started a fight I probably shouldn't have. And somewhere between all of that, I ended up with an S-rank ability nobody can explain and a best friend I refuse to admit I had until it was too late.

Now there's a government academy, a conspiracy that runs deeper than I want to know, and a system that's been lying to me since day one.

Graduation can't come fast enough.

Doctor Reese. Dark silky hair. Round black eyes. There hadn't been a day anyone had seen him without a lab coat — adjusting it on himself like it was a new dress he still hadn't gotten over. It was always perfectly positioned. Always deliberate.


Each day, he'd remember to come into Seraphine's crater uninvited, under the excuse of checking her developmental progress. She'd always forgiven him whenever he brought CDs alongside.


"It's a movie called Blood Alchemist." Seraphine replied with a wide smile.


She was only five, but she'd grown up enjoying horror movies more than anything else. That was the only thing they'd allowed her to watch — Doctor Reese and the others. And fortunately, she'd resonated with it so fully that she pretty much hadn't registered that other genres existed.


Chapter 39 - Experiment 002.