The dorm rooms were quite lavish, which was to be expected considering all the higher nobles' children live here.
My luggage had already been transferred here, and everything was already kept where it should have been, so I didn't have to do much.
The bed wasn't too large, but not small either.
The mattress was pretty comfortable, with a faint characteristic smell, maybe because it was new.
There was a chandelier, decorated with lights and candles, and the room was pretty much perfectly illuminated.
Overall, I would say the room lives up to it's expectations.
I opened the window to gaze at the setting sun.
And it was beautiful.
The breeze drifting in through the open window was cool, brushing lightly against my skin.
The golden rays of the setting sun painted the sky in strokes of crimson and orange, stretching far beyond the stone walls of the Academy. The light made everything seem surreal—too perfect, too calm. It felt like the eye of a storm.
Even now, I couldn't recall anything about my past.
No name beyond the one they called me—Dorian Valen.
No memories, only instincts.
But the strangest part wasn't the amnesia.
It was the unshakable feeling that I was being watched.
Not in a paranoid way. Not a presence I could physically trace.
But something else. Something deeper.
Like a script already written… a narration being followed.
I am not free. I've never been free. And neither is anyone else.
This entire world is a story.
That alone changes everything.
If I am part of a written tale, then the one who controls the narrative controls reality. And that control, I must have.
I sat on the bed, the screen appearing once more at my mental command. My next step was obvious.
I need to read the story—every last word of it.
Tonight, I won't sleep. I'll dig through every available part of the plot, character arcs, events, even minor background info.
If I want to survive in this world and rise, I must understand the pattern before it unfolds.
Each move must have purpose. No more blind guessing.
Take the girl from earlier, for example—the one who bumped into me and called me a coward.
She hates me. That much is clear. But hate is a powerful emotion.
And emotion drives narrative.
If I can twist that hate into obsession or loyalty... then she becomes a tool.
A valuable one.
A character as strongly connected to Dorian as her—whatever her name was—could influence how the plot proceeds.
I'm going to use her.
***
Elsewhere, in a pristine room far above the main building, Alicia Rowan dipped her quill into ink and signed the last of the parchment sheets spread across the large marble desk.
The student council room was quiet, aside from the occasional rustling of paper or scribbling of ink.
"Final schedule drafts for the first-year class division are complete," reported the secretary, a tall young man in rectangular glasses, standing across from her with a clipboard in hand.
"We've also confirmed professor assignments and lecture halls. All relevant announcements will be made tomorrow morning."
Alicia didn't look up. "And the section venue?"
"Ready. The stage is set for the selection ceremony. All clubs will also be given time to campaign."
A small nod from her. Efficient as ever.
"And the Blood Games Club?" she asked, her voice colder now.
There was a beat of hesitation before the secretary replied.
"They've been… active again. Three unofficial matches already this week. No deaths reported yet, but it's escalating."
Alicia finally looked up. Her violet eyes narrowed.
But her expression was ice.
"Summon the president of the Blood Games Club, and inform about this meeting to the Clubs' Advisor."
Her voice was calm.
"Understood........President, may I speak my mind?", the soft spoken secretary spoke with hesitation.
"What is it?", she asked looking directly into his eyes, with the same icy expression.
"I think it's better if you don't get too much involved with 'that' club.", he said and left the council room.
***
I sat cross-legged on the bed as the last traces of sunlight faded behind the stone towers of the Academy. My eyes burned from reading through the system's fragmented archives, but I now had a fairly clear outline of the story—at least up to the early chapters.
The Class Division Exam was the first major event. A preliminary measure used to separate the elite from the average, the gifted from the background extras. It was also, conveniently, where alliances, grudges, and first impressions would form. Classic narrative structuring.
According to what I read, the original Dorian had barely scraped through. He'd been tossed into Class C, considered the "noble failure" section—full of lazy highborns, bottom-rankers, and unpredictable outliers. A perfect spot for someone the world didn't expect much from.
But I'm not him. Not anymore.
If I'm going to steer this story, I need more leverage than that.
I slid off the bed and stood before the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. A tap on the air, and the System Interface opened.
[Name: Dorian Valen]
Age: 16
Race: Human
Alignment: ????????????
Potential: Villain
Story Points: 6
▶ Stats (Click to expand)
▶ Skills (Click to expand)
▶ Shop (Click to open)
▶ Tasks (No new tasks)
▶ Files (1 file)
I had gotten another 4 story points after reading the story from the text file.
Then, I clicked on the Stats option.
[Stats - Dorian Valen]
Strength: 7
Agility: 8
Endurance: 6
Intelligence: 10
Charisma: 9
Willpower: 5
Luck: 4
[Note: Average human stat = 5]
Each story point equals one stat point.
Using these points on skills would be pretty useless, as I would only be able to learn basic skills, which would be pretty much useless for this class division exam.
So, now the question was, where to spend the story points on.
Charisma and willpower won't do much.
Even if I add these points to my luck, there is no guarantee that I would be able to achieve what I want.
So, I should focus on either my physical ability or magical skills.
As I was agonizing over where to put the points in, a notification popped up from the system.
[Villain System Notification]
» New Task Unlocked!
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Author's Note :
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Next - Class Division Exam
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