The morning air was crisp as Jean stepped onto the grounds of Greenfield Academy.
Jean's hoodie fluttered in the breeze as he adjusted his backpack.
"something feels weird?" he muttered under his breath.
Jean snorted.
Students milled around, chatting, laughing, or dragging their souls toward first period. Greenfield Academy looked clean, prestigious—rich even. But beneath the polished stone and vine-covered brick, Jean felt it: a pulse.
Not magic exactly, but… something. Several presences flickered at the edge of his perception. Supernaturals like Mira.
—
Inside the homeroom, Jean found his seat and noted that Mira was already there—sitting two rows over, looking perfectly innocent in a blue jacket and skirt combo. She gave him a slight smirk when their eyes met. Jean raised an eyebrow.
As the teacher droned on about orientation schedules and expectations, Jean leaned back and let the System fill the silence.
**Daily Quest: "Model Student"**
• Get into a fight (0/1)
• Make a new enemies (0/1)
**Reward: Hidden Stat Boost ×10 Multiplier (if all conditions met)**
Are You kidding me right. What's your problem, with weird quests.
As a villain
Jean ignored him and focused his gaze toward the tall student in the back. The guy was massive—built like a linebacker but radiating cold stillness. His nameplate said "Erik." His eyes, however, were sharp… too sharp.
"Definitely," Jean replied.
—
Lunch was chaos. Jean, tray in hand, scanned for a quiet spot, but a shout caught his attention.
"Hey, new kid!"
He turned to see a lanky, confident boy waving. Blond, cocky smirk, surrounded by three girls and a chunky friend. Not hostile—yet.
"You're Jean, right? Heard you ran into Kenny on the day, and haven't been chewed up yet."
A few nearby heads turned. Mira, seated two tables over, glanced over with faint amusement.
Jean turned slowly. "Yeah? What bout it."
"I'm Caleb. Future king of Greenfield. Sit."
The others laughed like it was a rehearsed joke.
Jean didn't sit—mainly because he was curious. And he wants let out some steam.
"Let me guess," he said, "you want to challenge me?"
"Nope. I want to make a bet."
Jean raised a brow.
"I think your really good looking and strong, a perfect subordinate."
"Oh really."
Caleb grinned. "Yeah. So, what about we tango, You and I?"
Jean smirked. "I'm in."
<✔ Make a New Enemies: Caleb (Rival Type)>
<✔ Get into a fight: >
"So when?" Jean asked
"Saturday at the old factory downtown."
"Okay see you then." Jean got back too his food. Ignoring all the strange looks.
—
That night, Jean lay on his bed again, the full moon higher now.
Name: Jean Mark Holland.
Race: HUMAN
Age: 6 (Mental Age: 27)
Class: NONE
Rank: UNRANKED
Title(s): NONE
Talent Grade: [HIDDEN]
—— [BASE STATS] ——
HP: 102
MP: [LOCKED]
STR: 45
AGL: 46
END: 48
STA: 47
INT: 50
WIS: 52
CHR: 49
PER: 40
[Growth Mode: Active]
—
"Perception?" Jean said aloud, amused.
"Welcome my ass, you should have added that before. Now your giving it to me as a reward and expect a thank you?"
Jean groaned and tossed a pillow over his face.
*Your hopeless.*