I arrived here one month ago.
And guess what? The place I saw while floating in the air before crashing into this world… was actually this place.
The Royal Capital of Lunavar.
A city so grand that even the sky looks richer here. The roads are paved with smooth stones, the buildings stand tall and proud, and nobles walk around with their noses so high they might just choke on a passing cloud.
There are markets selling magical artifacts, knights in shiny armor patrolling the streets, and mages casually lighting their cigars with actual fire magic.
It's basically a medieval fantasy theme park—except you can actually die here.
What I Did for the Past Month?
Train?
Spar?
Fight monsters?
Hah. No.
I spent the entire month in a library.
Yes. You heard that right. One whole month sitting in a dusty old library, flipping through pages while old men with long beards glared at me like I was committing a crime.
And no, before you ask, I wasn't wasting my time. I was working.
I wasn't just reading—I was creating.
I figured that if I wanted to survive the Syrus Academy Entrance Exam, I needed more than just my sword.
So I did what any genius would do.
I studied combat techniques.
I worked on creating my own skills.
And how did I do that, you ask?
By following the wisdom of this book in my hand.
69 Ways to Create Your Own Sht*
Yes. That's the actual title.
This Book Changed My Life (Probably)
When I first found it, I thought it was some kind of joke.
But the moment I opened the first page, I knew.
This book was written by a madman.
A genius, but a madman nonetheless.
It contained theories, techniques, battle strategies, and secret arts that no
academy would ever teach.
It had moves like:
"The Forbidden Nutcracker" – a strike designed to shatter an opponent's ability to ever have children.
Or "The Flying Slap of Doom" – an open-palm technique specifically designed to humiliate arrogant noble brats.
And let's not forget "The Ultimate Sleep Technique" – which is literally just a fancy way of taking a nap in battle and pretending you were hit.
For one month, I did nothing but read, practice, and experiment.
I slashed the air until my arms went numb.
I used my shadow to mimic different fighting styles.
I even tested some techniques on wild chickens (don't ask, they deserved it).
And now?
Now I'm ready.
I have a solid offense, a proper defense, and a deep, personal connection with this ridiculous book.
Back to the Present
As I walk through the streets of the capital, I feel confident.
Tomorrow, I'll take the first step toward entering Syrus Academy.
I can already imagine it:
The nobles will underestimate me.
The instructors will be shocked by my skills.
The entire academy will witness a commoner surpass them all.
But first…
I need to find a place to eat.
Because after a month in the library, I'm starving.
Well, food in this world is way better than my previous world. I mean, sure, my old world had some great dishes, but here? Everything is just... richer. The flavors are deeper, the textures more refined, and don't even get me started on the meats.
Take the Wyvern Steak, for example. It's grilled to perfection, with a juicy center and a smoky, slightly spicy outer layer. The meat is infused with mana, making it naturally tender and packed with energy. And then there's Moonlight Honey, harvested from bees that only collect nectar under the full moon. It's so sweet and smooth that just a single drop can make any dish taste divine.
Oh, and the bread! They call it Evercrust Loaf. Freshly baked, it stays warm and crispy no matter how long you leave it out. You don't even need to reheat it. I swear it's some kind of magic—literally.
Even the drinks are on another level. They have something called Mistberry Juice, which has this cooling, almost minty aftertaste that makes you feel refreshed instantly. And don't get me started on their alcohol. One sip of Elderfire Brew and your whole body heats up like you've been wrapped in a warm blanket.
Honestly, I could spend all day just eating my way through the capital. If the entrance exam wasn't tomorrow, I'd probably be doing exactly that.
But the biggest problem is… money!!
Sure, getting into the academy is one thing, but how am I supposed to pay the fees once I'm in? Do they offer a "Defeated-Nobles Scholarship"? A "Survived-the-Entrance-Exam Fund"? No? Then I'm doomed!
Or at least, that's what I thought… until that old man pulled one last trick before disappearing.
Right before I left, he handed me a note—just a single piece of paper—and then vanished like a mysterious mentor straight out of some overused trope. The note? It said:
"Don't worry about the fees. I'll handle it. You just focus on passing. Also, I'm 100% confident you will."
Oh, sure, no pressure at all. Just casually betting on my success like I'm some kind of prodigy. But the bigger question is—where the hell is he getting this much money?!
Academy fees aren't cheap. We're talking high nobility level expensive. Monthly allowances? Tuition? Dorm costs? Training expenses? Even a single mana-forged pen from that place probably costs more than my old house!
So how is he affording all this?!
Did he rob a royal treasury? Blackmail a king? Find a lost dragon's hoard? Become an underground gambling lord? I have no idea. And honestly… I'm kinda scared to ask.
But hey, free money is free money. If some mysterious old man wants to sponsor me without explaining how, who am I to refuse?
But anyway, the old man helped me a lot. I asked for his name more than a thousand times, and every single time, he just smiled and said, "It's not the right time."
Not the right time?! What does that even mean?!
Is his name cursed? Will the world explode if I hear it too soon? Is he actually a retired god hiding from his old job? Or—wait—is this some kind of dramatic foreshadowing moment that I'm too dumb to understand?!
At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if, years later, I finally hear his name, and the heavens crack open while some ancient prophecy starts playing in the background.
Well, whatever. I'll just call him Old Man of Mystery for now.
And since we're on the topic of names, I made this katana too. Let's call it "Shade Of Night"—because in the darkness, it's almost impossible to see.
Seriously, imagine fighting someone at night, and they can't even see what's cutting them. It's like getting stabbed by a ghost. Stylish, deadly, and unfair—just the way I like it.