Leo Auston, an extra. Not exactly what I expected. He has no real affinity, or rather, his affinity is so weak it barely qualifies as one. And as strange as it sounds, I have no idea how I know this. The knowledge is just there, with no recollection of where it ca from.
My biggest concern right now is what happens when I use up my final respawn. Will I return ho? Will this world glitch and collapse around ? Or will I simply cease to exist? I sincerely hope it’s not the latter.
The classroom was completely silent as everyone tried to absorb every word the professor said. No one wanted to fail. Here, students were graded on both intellectual and physical exams, and like workers, we received credits based on our performance. But that wasn’t my main concern. I still had no idea how I had died.
I rembered waking up in this classroom, disoriented and confused, but I had managed to keep my composure long enough to assess the situation. I had transmigrated, that much I’d figured out, and into a ga, which was another confird fact. Beyond that, I was completely lost. I had no idea what to do or how to move forward. I was staring blankly at the teacher, still turning everything over in my head, when a sudden ding pulled back to reality, followed by a pop-up screen.
The realization that I was living in a world where the respawn tir could hit zero and kill for real was genuinely horrifying. Anxiety settled in my chest, and as soon as the bell rang to signal the end of class, I made my way to the cafeteria.
The food display was enormous, and I was starving. I ate quickly, ntally running through my next steps at the sa ti. Just as I finished, another bell signaled the end of lunch, and I headed back to class. That’s when it hit , a sharp, excruciating pain in my stomach.
A few students gave odd looks as they pointed toward the restroom. I was almost at the door when soone knocked to the ground. Before I could react, I felt a violent stab in my back, and then there was nothing.
I never saw my attacker.
Sigh.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
Wait. It’s lunchti again.
I stood up and was about to head for the exit when a hand caught my wrist.
"Hey, Leo, can I borrow your notebook? I didn’t copy anything from class," Jayden said, scratching the back of his head.
"Sure," I replied, and handed it over. The notebook was partially filled with the real Leo’s notes from before I took over his body, but that didn’t matter right now. What mattered was that I was looking directly at the protagonist. Just looking at his face irritated .
He had the typical protagonist look, blond hair, blue eyes, and a level of attractiveness that didn’t seem entirely fair. His uniform barely contained his physique.
What a cheat.
I didn’t know what I looked like, but I had a feeling I was completely average. Why would an extra like be anything else?
I rembered this mont. He had asked to borrow my notebook before, and I had handed it over just like this, and nothing worth noting had happened afterward. I stretched across from my seat a few rows up and flicked the notebook onto his desk, then pulled my bag over my shoulder and headed for the exit, climbing the steps to the top of the theater-style classroom. The layout was built to hold up to a thousand students at once, which made it efficient but also easy to get lost in. Once I was out, I stopped in the hallway and looked outside.
Everything looked the sa as before. Most students were rushing toward the training grounds for what they probably assud would be a routine ergency session.
Then ca the announcent. Today was the augnted reality exam. Panic moved through the students almost imdiately, and understandably so. This exam carried the highest point allocations of any assessnt, which ant even the top-ranked student could drop to the bottom if they weren’t careful.
But I had bigger concerns. The cafeteria was out of the question. The sudden stomach pain and my mysterious attacker couldn’t have been a coincidence, and taken together, it pointed to sothing deliberate. I needed to find the safest place in the facility, sowhere that made an ambush difficult.
The dormitory was the obvious choice.
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