[Vaelwyn High School No. 4 – Classroom 102]
Inside Classroom 102, the atmosphere was buzzing.
In the center of the crowd especifically a crowd made up mostly of girls,stood a golden-haired boy, effortlessly charming, calmly nodding as invitations poured in.
"Evlin, could you help me with group homework?"
"Want to study together after class?"
"Hey, maybe we can revise at the library?"
He was surrounded like a celebrity meet-and-greet session, except no one was being paid—and this guy actually smiled back.
He is top of the class, school heartthrob, teacher favorite, and a walking poster boy for "naturally gifted." Oh, and of course, the Class Leader.
Born with a literal golden spoon, blessed with brains, looks, and the ability to make teachers say, "You're the future."
Also?
A pro gamer. The very same Evlin who led our city, Valebourne, to victory in a national VR tournament. There's even a giant poster of him at the train station.
He's like an protagonist who already finished the main quest.
And me?
Yeah, I'm not him.
I'm the guy lying face-down on the back bench, last row, last seat. Currently contemplating life,or at least trying not to pass out.
Why am I lying like a tragic side character?
Well… last night, I was just doing what I always do: Livestreaming my VR game grind. Which was nothing new.
Except, surprise—life decided to patch in a new update.
Without warning, I got transmigrated.
I woke up in this world.
In this body.
In this classroom.
And get this: the guy I transmigrated into? Has the same name as me.
And before you ask: no, I don't know why either and now my head feels like someone tried mixing two hard drives together without defragging them first.
Memories are fuzzy, timelines jumbled, and there's this constant headache that says, "You're not in Kansas anymore, gamer boy."
But if there's one thing that's crystal clear through the memory mashup—it's this:This isn't Earth.This is a parallel world and its name?
"Celestara."
Apparently, back in ancient times—or what people here call the First Player Era—Earth was destroyed by something called The Darkness.
Before humanity could be completely wiped out, a Supreme Being stepped in like some cosmic game master and said:
[ "New world, new rules. Let's see how you handle this one."]
So the survivors of Earth were yeeted into an unfamiliar dimension, an alien continent floating in space, with an environment similar to Earth... but weirder.
Magic, monsters, and even other humans from different timelines and races who got saved too.But we all have different continents.
Basically, we're all just a bunch of stranded players in a fantasy server hosted by a god with no customer support.
The body I woke up in after transmigrating?
It's... fine. Average in just about everything—grades, stamina, coordination.
Except for two things: my face and my size.
(I'm talking about my height and frame, you degenerates. Don't misunderstand. My heart is pure.)
Anyway, today's not just a normal school day.
It's the day we're finally receiving our VR headgear from the school. This world gives free VR headsets in high school. I'm already considering never going back to my world.
That alone would've made this my favorite day—if I hadn't been suddenly reborn into a new world, inside someone else's life, with a splitting headache and a memory blend that feels like a corrupted game file trying to load.
The game we're receiving isn't just for fun, either. It's called Vaelwyn, and it shares its name with this world's strange, game-like system.
But this is more than just a VR game.Everything you gain in the game—skills, experience, even rare items—can be brought back into the real world.
I still don't know how that works. And frankly, I'm in no condition to care right now.
The migraine I'm dealing with feels worse than that time I downed five bottles after a national VR championship win.
As I sat slouched in my seat at the back of the classroom, the chatter around me suddenly dulled.
The classroom door slid open.
Three adults stepped in.
The first was a middle-aged woman, wearing a white blouse tucked into elegant black silk trousers. The second was a man in a tracksuit, clearly the P.E. teacher, with his usual easygoing energy.
And walking in behind them was a woman in a dark business suit, composed and confident—the kind of presence that makes people stand up a little straighter without being asked.
Judging by how the teachers subtly shifted as she entered, she wasn't here for small talk.
Without a word, the students returned to their seats. A few whispers echoed, but most just sat in a kind of silent anticipation.
Even the loud ones.
The female teacher cleared her throat and spoke first.
"Ahem. Everyone, today marks your Awakening Day. I know many of you are nervous—or excited. That's natural. But I want to remind you: no matter what job or talent you awaken into, there is no such thing as a useless path. Every profession has its place, and—"
"Teacher," said a girl in the second row, raising her hand halfway like she didn't want full responsibility, "can we please not get tortured by one of your lectures today?"
A light chuckle moved through the room. The teacher sighed but didn't protest.
Thankfully, the P.E. teacher stepped in with his usual smile.
"Haha, don't worry, kids. No lectures today. This is your day!" He gestured toward the woman in the business suit. "Now, let me introduce the one overseeing today's distribution. She'll also explain how to use the gear and what it means to become a player.Please treat her with respect."
His tone wasn't harsh, but the room quieted even more. Everyone liked him—not because he was strict, but because he never needed to be.
"Her name is Stacy Jones," he continued. "She's from the Vaelwyn Awakening Association—the organization responsible for monitoring and guiding all official players across the region. She's also a Tier-4 Elemental Archer."
That last part definitely caught attention.
Tier-4 was no joke. It meant she wasn't just someone with authority—she was powerful.
Stacy stepped forward without a word. She raised her right hand, index finger up not to point, but to swipe gently in the air, like someone scrolling through a virtual screen.
A few students leaned forward, watching closely. Her movements were practiced. Smooth.
After a few more invisible swipes, she tapped the air once.
A faint glow lit up the front of the room.With a faint magical hum, a pile of sleek white boxes materialized near the front desk,—appearing out of thin air in an open space beside the teacher's desk.
The effect was clean. No flashy sound, no dramatic smoke. Just... there.
A quiet ripple of awe passed through the class.
I could feel the atmosphere shift.
Even the ones who usually didn't care much about school were suddenly sitting straighter, eyes fixed forward.
"When I call your name," Stacy said calmly, "come to the front and take one box. Only one per student.
Once everyone has their gear, I'll walk you through the usage protocol and basic features."
Her voice was clear and firm—professional, but not cold.
This was it.The starting point for everyone in the class.
'And for me…?'.
Well, it's hard to say where I stand. I may have the memories of a national VR champion.
But I'm also in a body that isn't mine but now it's mine, in a world I barely understand, surrounded by students who think this is just another school year.