Munir was in a state of extreme excitement.
He had just transmigrated here. By all logic, he shouldn't have been able to compare with those of the Elven Race who had been cultivating for years, even decades—yet in the end, he had actually made it out alive.
"Hahaha~"
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
Munir suddenly began to laugh quietly without realizing it, and then burst into loud, unrestrained laughter. His eyes gleamed with confidence.
For some reason, he even felt a strikingly real sense of being alive.
Back on campus, Munir often felt that life lacked passion. But right now, that feeling had completely vanished.
He could feel vitality surging through his body. Never before had he felt so vividly, so truthfully alive.
"This is the stage that truly suits me!"
He couldn't help but mutter, eyes bloodshot, voice trembling with emotion.
Unable to resist, he eagerly opened the profession panel for "God of Rebellion" and began to examine it in detail: gazing at his rising attributes, the notifications for high amounts of experience gained through resistance, and the skill data for [Jungle Skirmish Technique]—the more he looked, the happier he felt.
"Otherworld… Haha, Otherworld!"
The boy's face was glowing with joy.
After admiring it for a while, Munir suddenly noticed a strange, flickering point of light in the upper left corner of his vision.
"What's this?"
He focused his mind on it in confusion. Instantly, the point of light expanded, and his perspective shifted along with it.
He could simultaneously perceive his real physical self—still hiding in the tree hollow near the Elven Race's outpost, smelling the fresh earth and greenery, watching insects crawl nearby—and at the same time, he felt as though he were in a bizarre space: a vast starry sky stretched overhead, and the ground beneath his feet was paved with diamond glass—luxurious and dazzling.
Munir found himself clad in a strange black robe within this space, and his instincts told him: as long as he didn't take it off of his own will, no one could discover his true identity.
This realm was called the "Divine Gift Domain"—a personal dimension exclusive to the Divine Gifted of Otherworld, accessible upon successful awakening of a profession.
He stood within his own private space, free to arrange and decorate it however he liked.
With a single thought, the surroundings shifted rapidly, transforming into the bedroom at his grandmother's old country home.
The space shrank from vast openness to just a few dozen square meters, but Munir felt incredibly at ease. He sat comfortably at the edge of the bed, then leaned back and lay down in total relaxation.
"Whew… so comfy."
Munir murmured softly…
After resting for a while, he silently chanted, "Exit personal space."
With a flicker, Munir's body appeared in the center of a large plaza.
The place was already densely packed with people. Everyone wore black robes, and judging from their size and build, they were all students roughly the same age and height as Munir.
They were talking animatedly with one another in a cheerful, lively atmosphere:
"I can't believe we all actually transmigrated!"
"And we even got such powerful abilities in Otherworld! All those exotic races are full of hot babes too! This is insane!"
"This is way better than studying in school every day! Hahaha, we really are the Chosen Ones!"
Most of the students within the Divine Gift Domain wore faces of sheer excitement.
Munir's heart skipped a beat.
Clearly, unlike the unfortunate bunch like him who had been captured by the Elven Race, the majority of students had received a warm welcome from the summoning races.
At that moment, a light screen lit up before Munir's eyes:
Detected: Divine Gifted Munir has met the qualification for ranking on the Power Leaderboard. Would you like to reveal your ranking?
"No."
Munir was startled for a second, but instinctively chose to stay hidden for now. While glancing around, he saw a leaderboard float into view:
Divine Gifted Power Rankings:
[???] LV6 (Munir)
[Anonymous Player] LV5
[Mustel] LV4
…
Aside from the second-place anonymous Level 5 player, the rest were mostly Level 4 and Level 3 players, most of whom had not opted to remain anonymous.
Munir wasn't surprised that he was only one level ahead of the second place. From the loud chatter around him, he had gathered that most students had completed their awakening and started leveling up yesterday already. Meanwhile, Munir and the others who had been captured by the Elven Race only began their awakening—by "killing a Demonic Beast"—after being unconscious for a full day.
In other words, he still came in first despite being a day behind.
The corners of his lips lifted slightly.
After observing for a bit, Munir didn't join in on the group discussions.
Instead, he reached out with his senses in the Divine Gift Domain and received even more mysterious light screen notifications:
This place wasn't just a remote communication hub—it had functions reminiscent of MMORPGs from his past life.
For example, one could form guilds, share team-wide buffs, and recruit party members remotely. Even if a recruit was far away, they could expend experience to create an avatar and adventure alongside other Divine Gifted.
Naturally, it also had item trading and consignment sale features.
However, at this early stage, no Divine Gifted had yet formed a guild, traded items, or recruited teammates. For now, this was just a chatting plaza.
Just as Munir was about to leave, his ears twitched—he caught a few lines of unexpected conversation:
"Man, our Seacity High School got the short end of the stick. Everyone got split up! The other schools were able to group together, but we're completely scattered."
"Hey, weren't you teleported with Morrian? Do you know how she's doing now?"
"Morrian…"
Munir's heart stirred.
Back at Seacity High School, though he had been a loner, he hadn't been entirely without friends. Morrian—recognized by many as the school beauty—was one of the very few people he was close to.
She had known Munir since childhood. When he was ostracized, she had tried to use her influence to help him make friends. Unfortunately, Munir didn't want to put others in a tough spot—people who were only being friendly because of Morrian's presence yet were afraid of him—so he chose to remain alone.
He had always remembered Morrian's kindness.
After arriving in this otherworld, Munir had felt some lingering concern for this friend as well.
He stepped forward immediately.
"Wait—you were teleported with Morrian? What's her current situation?"
Though the person being questioned couldn't tell who Munir was because of the black robe, he still hesitated for a moment before answering:
"Morrian's group—including a few thousand of us—got teleported to a huge grassland... There were students from other high schools nearby too."
"There were all kinds of races there choosing Divine Gifted to awaken. Morrian and a few other talented ones were taken away directly."
"I don't know the exact details, but I heard the ones who took them were the Celestial Seraphim—one of the strongest races on the continent. They rarely show themselves, and only came out this time to recruit Divine Gifted."
The student didn't let his guard down completely, but figured that anyone who knew Morrian's name was probably a fellow student from Seacity High School—and since everyone in the Divine Gift Domain was a student, it was unlikely to be someone with ill intent.
Seeing the black-robed man in front of him speaking so urgently, the student decided to answer truthfully.
Celestial Seraphim?
Morrian has high aptitude?
Upon hearing this, Munir felt somewhat reassured. He didn't want anything bad to happen to his friend. If Morrian had been taken away by a powerful race due to awakening a superior profession, then it was likely a good thing.
He nodded in thanks and was just about to leave, when a mocking voice sounded from nearby:
"Morrian's business is something you think you can ask about? She and the rest of us were chosen by the Celestial Seraphim. That's not something a Divine Gifted summoned by one of you 'minor races' can compare to. With the resources of the Celestial Seraphim, even an ordinary profession can rival a Rare one—while Rare professions can grow to the level of Hidden Classes! You used to be her classmate? I'd advise you to stay away from her."
A black-robed figure walked over as he spoke, reaching out as if to pat Munir on the shoulder.
But suddenly, a sharp cry of pain erupted:
"You—what are you doing?!"
Munir had seized his wrist in an iron grip and slowly lifted it above his own head.
"Get lost."
He shot him a cold, cutting glare.
The newly arrived black-robed figure staggered backward repeatedly, seized by a sudden and inexplicable fear.
He felt an overwhelming pressure from Munir—while not quite as terrifying as that of a true Celestial Seraphim powerhouse, it was far greater than what he'd experienced from any other ordinary race. His whole body trembled uncontrollably, unable to speak another word.
His pathetic and flustered state drew laughter from many of the surrounding Divine Gifted students in black robes.
On the other side, having delivered a proper warning, Munir turned and walked away.
In the Divine Gift Domain, Divine Gifted were forbidden from killing one another—they could at most inflict the sensation of pain.
There was no need for him to waste any more time.
The black-robed man, realizing this fact, suddenly bellowed in rage:
"You dare lay a hand on me? Do you even know who I am?! I joined the Celestial Seraphim with Big Bro Mustel! Big Bro Mustel is a Legendary Rank class-holder—and I'm a Rare Rank myself! I know you're from Seacity High School—get back here!"