"Myre… Myre…"
A voice echoed in the darkness.
At first, it was faint. Distant.
But slowly… it grew louder.
And louder.
Myre's body tensed. Cold sweat formed on his forehead. The pressure around him increased, as if something unseen was closing in.
"Myre…"
The voice stretched unnaturally.
"Myreeee!"
It suddenly screamed.
Myre's eyes shot open.
He gasped for air, breathing heavily as his heart pounded in his chest.
For a moment, he didn't move.
Then he quickly looked around.
The same room. The same walls.
"…Just a dream?" he whispered.
But it didn't feel like one.
Not completely.
Then he noticed someone standing nearby.
Beng.
"Myre, we need to go," Beng said calmly. "I came to wake you up, but it seems you're already awake. I'll wait outside."
Myre sat still for a moment.
"The voice… what was that…?"
But there was no time.
Today was the exam.
He stood up and got ready.
On the table, he noticed a list.
Everything he needed for Astryx Academy.
"So he really prepared everything…"
He changed into his new clothes.
Perfectly fitted.
Refined.
A Prestige.
Only a small number of people received one in their first year.
In this world, only selected students received such custom outfits—designed to enhance their abilities and reflect their true nature.
Myre looked at himself.
"…This feels unreal."
Outside, Beng was already waiting.
"Ready?" he asked.
Myre nodded.
They got into a Phyton.
As it moved through the city, Beng began speaking.
"You said you would explain everything," Myre said.
"I will," Beng replied. "Listen carefully."
"Right now, the others are taking a written exam. But you… are different."
"You are a special case."
"You won't take it."
Myre frowned.
"Then what do I do?"
"You prove yourself."
"Strength. Intelligence. Control."
"You must show that you can handle any situation."
He paused.
"Your real task… is to control your power."
Myre felt tension rise.
"Your power was granted by a god."
Silence.
Then—
"The Goddess of Death chose you."
Myre froze.
"Even Hades wouldn't interfere with her," Beng added quietly.
Moments later, they arrived.
Myre stepped out—and froze.
Before him stood a massive structure.
Far too large to be called a normal building.
It looked like a grand guild from a fantasy world.
Tall pillars rose high into the sky, covered in ancient engravings. People moved in and out constantly.
The atmosphere felt heavy.
Important.
"This is not the academy," Beng said calmly.
"This is the Class Classification Hall."
They entered.
Inside, a large hall was filled with candidates.
At the center stood a crystal sphere.
"Place your hand and focus," the examiner instructed.
Myre stepped forward.
He placed his hand on the crystal.
For a moment—
nothing happened.
Then—
the crystal reacted.
The light flickered.
Changed.
Expanded.
The entire room fell silent.
"What… is happening…?"
A voice echoed.
"Myre… has been classified."
Classification:Ruler
The air froze.
The examiner's expression changed instantly.
Whispers spread through the hall.
"Ruler…?"
"That's impossible…"
Only after a moment did the rest of the results begin to appear.
Main Class: AssassinSub-Main Class: MedicSub Classes: Mage, Detective, Tanker, Necromancer, Copy Master
Silence.
The examiner stepped back.
Beng's expression darkened.
Myre tried to stay calm.
"Mr. Beng… is that good?"
"…Too good," Beng replied quietly.
"No one must know."
Suddenly—
the space around them distorted.
The air twisted.
The hall disappeared.
In the next moment—
Myre found himself standing somewhere else.
He looked up—
and froze again.
The academy.
This time… truly the academy.
Massive towers reached into the sky. Bridges connected buildings at impossible heights. Lights shimmered like stars.
"…So this is Astryx Academy…" he thought.
They approached the gate.
"Student ID," the guards said.
"He's with me," Beng replied.
They were allowed through.
Beng handed Myre a card.
"Your ID. Keep it safe."
Inside, students gathered everywhere.
Whispers spread.
"That's him…"
"He didn't take the written exam…"
"So that's a special one…"
Myre felt their eyes on him.
"This is Myre," Beng said. "Try to get along."
A boy stepped forward with a grin.
"Nice to meet you."
"Myre."
"Relax," the boy laughed. "Hope we're in the same class. I'm Knox."
Suddenly—
a loud voice echoed.
"Five minutes remaining! Prepare for the practical exam!"
The atmosphere changed instantly.
Everyone became serious.
They began moving toward a massive arena.
"Myre."
Beng called him aside.
They walked to a quiet place.
He took out a small vial.
A strange liquid shimmered inside.
"Myre…"
His voice became serious.
"Drink this."