A young man rested his head against his seat during class, his mind drifting to thoughts of what he would eat after the lesson. Suddenly, a loud noise echoed from the direction where his teacher was supposed to be.
"Yeong-hwan, are you dozing off in my class again?"
He quickly responded, "No, I'm not. I was just thinking about what to eat," he said, his careless answer slipping out.
His words drew laughter from the students.
Murmuring to himself, he muttered, "I wish I could just leave..."
Suddenly, a voice echoed in his head.[Do you wish to leave?]
"What was that? Am I hearing things?"
[Do you wish to leave?]
He laughed, wondering which sane person would say yes to a voice in their head.Before he could stop himself, he found himself speaking aloud."Yes."
The moment the word left his lips, the room seemed to shift. The walls felt a little too close, and the air grew heavier, like something had just changed. The laughter of the students faded into an odd, hollow sound, as though it was coming from a distance.
When he regained his senses, he found himself in a dark room, surrounded by a dense crowd of figures. Many of them looked human, dazed and confused just like him—but not all. Scattered among them were others: towering shapes with horns, cloaked forms with glowing eyes, beings with silver skin or clawed hands. Some stood unnaturally still. Others were just beginning to stir.
He pinched himself. The sharp pain confirmed what he already suspected—this wasn't a dream.
As he tried to grasp where he was and why, the figures around him began to shift. Slowly. Uneasily. As if they all felt it too—that something had begun.
Then a voice rang out, not aloud, but inside their minds:[The 892nd selection has started.]
In the blink of an eye, a figure materialized, draped in a dark robe that concealed both face and form. The air around it grew still, as though it were obeying the figure's very presence
As soon as the figure appeared, an old man with a wrinkled face and hair as grey as ash stepped forward, his voice shaky but firm. "Where is this place?"
The ominous figure spoke, as though it had done this countless times before. "This is the trial hall. You will be tested to determine if you are worthy to advance to the second trial.You will need to access your Anima to survive the trials.simply focus within, and it will awaken— a part of your soul, waiting to be called upon."
Yeong-hwan did as the figure said and suddenly The status window appeared before his eyes
[Name:Yeong-hwan]
[Race:Human]
[Class:unknown]
[Skills:İnspection,Hearing On Hold]
[Soul Skill:Comedic Ascension]
After checking his status window, Yeong-hwan focused on his skills, willing the descriptions to appear. A second window popped up, detailing the abilities he now possessed:
Basic insception(Active skill):A skill that lets you analyze objects, people, and the environment with the precision of a mildly confused person. Cooldown:30 seconds
Hearing On hold(Passive skill):You can hear everything, just not immediately. It's like being a few seconds behind in a conversation, but you still catch all the important bits—eventually. Great for when you don't mind waiting a bit to know what's going on
Yeong-hwan let out a frustrated groan, muttering under his breath, "Great. Just what i needed.
As soon as the words left his mouth, a voice echoed in his mind: [The trial has started. Survive for 25 hours.]
500/500 Alive
[each death reduces the time by 3 minutes]
Ch 1 End