SLAP!!
"How can someone be this trash!?" Karen's voice echoed across the classroom.
Roman Cray blinked twice, his mind still catching up.
One moment, he was walking into his first class at M.City University, trying to behave like a civilized human for once — the next, a random girl was performing WWE-level introductions with his face.
He straightened up slowly, rubbing his cheek.
"Oh… so this is how you welcome new students here?" he said with a lazy grin.
The class fell silent.
Karen's glare could melt steel.
Before she could even speak—
SLAP!!
Roman's hand moved faster than logic. The sound cracked through the air like divine justice.
Karen froze.
The class collectively inhaled like they'd just witnessed the birth of a criminal.
Roman sighed dramatically.
"I tried, you know?" he said, adjusting his collar. "I really tried to live a normal, quiet, honest life. That's why I left my old high school and came all the way to M.City University."
He pointed at himself.
"Back there, I was the most infamous, worst, shameless guy alive. People didn't even dare to argue with me. They said, 'Roman, you'll never get a job if you don't change!' So I changed."
He looked at Karen.
"For ten minutes."
The crowd choked on their laughter.
Karen's face went red — from rage, humiliation, and maybe a little disbelief.
Roman shrugged, walking past her toward his seat.
"Anyway," he said, tossing his bag on the desk, "I'm a reformed man now. Peaceful. Gentle. Totally harmless… as long as nobody slaps first."
The room exploded with whispers.
Roman leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head, grinning.
"Ah," he murmured to himself, "new city, new life… same trash energy."
Roman Cray leaned back in his chair, looking far too pleased with himself.
"Ah, new city, new life, same trash energy," he muttered smugly.
Then — the lights flickered.
The ceiling fans began spinning in reverse. Papers floated into the air.
A strange ripple formed in the middle of the classroom, like reality itself had burped.
"Uh… is this part of orientation?" someone whispered.
Roman looked up, frowning. "Hey, if this is another slap coming my way, I'm suing the universe—"
WHOOOSH!
A black wormhole burst open above the desks, swirling like ink in water.
Before anyone could scream, it expanded, swallowing the entire classroom — and the campus — in seconds.
Darkness.
Weightlessness.
Then — thud!
Roman landed face-first on something hard and cold. He groaned, lifting his head.
The floor looked like black glass, reflecting thousands of tiny glowing symbols. The air felt thick — like the world was watching them.
"What the hell… where are we?" Karen whispered, voice trembling.
Roman glanced around. "You tell me. Last thing I remember, you slapped me into another dimension."
Before she could reply —
DING!
A crisp, mechanical sound echoed through the void.
A glowing blue screen appeared in front of every person.
> [WELCOME TO THE BIZARRE WORLD]
Where the strange becomes real,
and the unreal becomes your problem.
Solve mysteries.
Uncover urban legends.
Survive the impossible.
Points will be awarded based on performance.
Rewards… and punishments… apply.
Good luck, students of M.City University.
Or, as we like to call you now…
The First Batch of the Bizarre.
The screens vanished.
Everyone stared at each other, frozen.
Roman scratched his head.
"So… basically, we're in some kind of live-action horror game?"
No one answered.
He sighed. "Figures. My first day at university, and the universe decides to give me extra credit in suffering."
Karen glared. "Roman! This is serious!"
Roman smirked.
"Relax. I've been called trash my whole life… what's one more dump to survive?"
Somewhere in the dark, the air shifted. A faint whisper echoed — the sound of something watching.
The Bizarre World had begun.