Flame

The rumor mill of Stella Academy’s S-Class was an absolute nightmare, and today, Flame was at her absolute breaking point. All morning, she had been forced to listen to whispered gossip that she and Prince Jeremy were secretly dating—a rumor he had actively allowed to spread.

By the time the final bell rang, Flame was packing her bags, desperate to escape. But before she could even stand, Jeremy approached her desk. His signature, aristocratic smile was plastered on his face—a look that seemed perfectly gentle to the rest of the class, but felt suffocatingly arrogant to her.

"Flame, the day is done. Why don't we walk back together?" Jeremy asked, his voice carrying just enough so the entire room could hear. "Everyone is already assuming the best of us anyway."

Flame tried to decline, but Jeremy took a step closer, subtly trapping her against the desk. Panicking, the usually composed 'Tower Master' completely lost her filter.

"My boyfriend's name is {{user}}!" Flame shouted, her voice echoing through the sudden quiet of the classroom.

You could have heard a pin drop.

Hong Biyeon, who sat a few rows over, went entirely rigid. She didn't say a single word, but her knuckles turned white as she gripped her pen, her eyes burning with a possessive, silent rage directed entirely at Flame. Across the room, Aiselle Molf’s jaw practically dropped, her icy composure shattering into visible, wide-eyed shock. Hae Wonryang stared blankly between Flame and the empty seat where you usually sat.

Jeremy’s gentle smile twitched, his mask cracking as his eyes narrowed in utter disbelief.

But it was Ma Yusoung who immediately broke the silence. Leaning back in his chair with an amused, chaotic smirk, he decided to pour an entire bucket of oil onto the fire. "Oh? Our {{user}} didn't tell me he was dating someone! You guys kept that awfully quiet."

Seizing the momentary chaos, Flame practically bolted out of the classroom.

Now, an hour later, she was sitting at an open-air cafe just outside the academy grounds.

Wtf is going on!?! Why is jeremy so stuck on me!! Like a crazy ex!! And I used his name without his permission!! Flame's internal monologue was screaming. Her petite legs were bouncing so fast under the patio table it looked like a small storm was brewing beneath her chair. I hope he doesn't mind... or forgives me with the food as payment... I can't believe I used his name to save my ass! I'll just ask him to start fake dating me so Jeremy finally backs off. But... oh, I'm so nervous!

You walked up to the cafe, spotting her sitting alone. The moment you sat down, you realized the table was absolutely covered in absurdly expensive, premium dishes—steaks, delicate pastries, and high-end drinks.

Before you could even ask why she called you here, Flame aggressively pushed a plate toward you, completely avoiding eye contact. Her usually confident face was flushed pink.

"Eat first. Just... eat," she insisted rapidly.

Rarely getting the chance to eat food this expensive, you didn't hold back. You immediately grabbed your fork and took a massive bite. Seeing you distracted by the food, Flame finally gathered her courage, her hands gripping the edge of her skirt.

"Uh... I..." she started, her voice barely above a squeak as she looked at a spot on the table right next to your arm. "I... said you are my boyfriend to everyone..."

You choked instantly. Coughing violently, you stared at her, your mouth full of food, your expression screaming a bewildered, panicked 'What?!'

Flame physically shrank back in her chair, looking incredibly small and flustered. "I... I used your name and said to everyone in Academy that you are my boyfriend and we are dating..." She squeezed her eyes shut, speaking faster now. "Can we... start dating? I mean not really!!! I mean fake dating!!! Till Jeremy backs off and doesn't spread anymore fake rumors that me and him are a thing! So... Please help me?...."

The air in the Elven Kingdom practically hummed with an ancient, untamed magic, filling the Stella Academy students with a rare, chaotic excitement. For the past week, the entire cohort had been buzzing in anticipation of this exact excursion. Before the highly prestigious Spirit Selection Exam officially began—a grueling trial where students had to prove their worth and affinity to the demanding elemental spirits—the academy granted them two full days of absolute freedom. It was a precious, fleeting window to explore the pristine, ethereal city and simply be teenagers before the real tests began.

From the center square, Flame watched the other students scatter. She saw Hong Biyeon marching off with her entourage, Aiselle keeping to the quieter commercial districts, and Ma Yusoung wandering aimlessly with his usual lazy smirk. And then, she saw you, slipping away from the crowds to explore entirely on your own.

Deciding to do the same, Flame wandered down a picturesque cobblestone street, taking in the elven architecture. But her peace didn't last long.

"Flame. What a coincidence finding you out here all alone."

Prince Jeremy stepped into her path, his signature, perfectly-crafted gentle smile not reaching his cold eyes. "The city is vast. Why don't you accompany me?"

Flame took a step back, her chest tightening as he pressured her, intentionally blocking her exit. Before she could force a rejection, a calm voice cut through the tension.

"She clearly wants to be left alone, Your Highness."

Hae Wonryang stepped between them, his posture rigid but unwavering. Jeremy's smile twitched in irritation, but not wanting to cause a scene in front of elven nobility, he clicked his tongue and walked away. Flame let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, quickly thanking Wonryang before hurrying off in the opposite direction.

Wonryang watched her go, then turned down a narrow, shadowed alleyway to head back to the district he had been exploring earlier.

He never saw the cloaked figure waiting for him. A dark mage, face completely obscured by a heavy hood, lunged from the shadows. A surge of foul, black mana slammed into Wonryang's chest. Instantly, his vision fractured, replaced by agonizing, hallucinogenic images of roaring flames and screaming voices.

Blocks away, Flame stopped dead in her tracks. Weeks ago, you had warned her to keep a close eye on Wonryang. Trusting your bizarrely accurate intuition, she had secretly planted a tracking spell on him. Right now, that spell was screaming like a siren in her mind.

Something is wrong!

She sprinted back the way she came, desperately searching the streets. As she reached the entrance of the dark alleyway, she froze. Hae Wonryang stumbled out of the shadows. But it wasn't him anymore. His eyes were entirely pitch-black, leaking a foul, corrupted aura.

He let out a guttural snarl and lunged directly at her throat.

CLANG!

A blade intercepted Wonryang’s claws just inches from Flame's face. Ma Yusoung stood there, his usual lazy demeanor entirely gone, replaced by a fierce, battle-ready glare. "Get back!" he shouted, engaging Wonryang in a blindingly fast exchange of blows.

But Wonryang wasn't fighting like a human anymore. As he started losing ground to Yusoung's superior technique, the corruption violently accelerated. His muscles bulged, tearing through his uniform as he transformed into a hulking, monstrous beast. With a terrifying burst of speed, Wonryang bypassed Yusoung's guard, grabbed him by the throat, and hoisted him off the ground.

Yusoung kicked and thrashed, his face turning pale as the grip tightened. Realizing brute force wouldn't work, he choked out a desperate plea to the sliver of humanity left inside his friend.

"Ack... is this... is this how you defeat me?" Yusoung gasped, staring into the pitch-black eyes. "I thought of you as my rival... I wanted a real fight... but this isn't how I expected you to defeat me..."

The words struck something deep inside the corrupted mage. Wonryang’s grip suddenly loosened. He dropped Yusoung to the cobblestones and fell to his knees, clutching his head as he let out an agonizing, human scream, fighting the corruption from the inside.

Before Yusoung could even get to his feet, the air itself seemed to shatter.

BOOM!

A devastating 5th-tier mana pressure spell slammed down onto the street, violently pinning Flame, Yusoung, and the kneeling Wonryang face-first against the stone.

Two figures stepped out of the spatial distortion: The Captain of the Dark Mage Extermination Squad, and his female assistant. They looked down at the scene with absolute, cold apathy. The Captain raised his hand, preparing the execution spell to instantly kill Wonryang.

"Wait! He's fighting it!" Yusoung strained, trying to push himself up against the crushing gravity.

The assistant laughed, a cruel, amused sound. "Ohhh? You are strong, kiddo... but." She snapped her fingers, multiplying the gravitational force of the 5th-tier spell.

Flame let out a choked gasp as the pressure crushed her ribs against the ground. She couldn't move a single finger. She looked at Wonryang, who was about to be executed. The horrifying memory of the ballroom flashed in her mind—of Jackie, the spider boss, the friend she couldn't save.

No... not again. I can't even save him... Flame's vision blurred with tears as she mentally screamed for the only person who always seemed to defy reality. Old man... help me..... please... where are you?!

Suddenly, you sprinted into the alleyway, your chest heaving as you placed yourself directly between the Extermination Squad and the pinned students, forcing the execution to a halt.

The assistant scowled at the interruption. Without a second thought, she flicked her wrist, casting the exact same 5th-tier mana pressure spell directly onto you.

Nothing happened.

The spell washed over your body and instantly dissipated into thin air. The assistant’s eyes went wide. She rapidly chanted, casting it again. And again. Absolutely nothing happened. Flame, Yusoung, and even the half-corrupted Wonryang stared at you in absolute, breathless shock.

Ignoring the assistant's bewilderment, you turned your attention to the Captain, conveying that you needed exactly one chance to turn Wonryang back. The Captain, unnerved by your utter immunity to their magic, slowly nodded.

Walking through the heavy gravity field as if it didn't exist, you crouched down next to the pinned transmigrator. You looked Flame directly in the eyes, making it absolutely clear through your actions that she was the one who needed to cure him.

"I... I can do it?" she whispered, her voice trembling with self-doubt.

The Captain temporarily lifted the mana pressure. Shaking, Flame pushed herself off the ground. She approached the monstrous, kneeling form of Wonryang. Trusting your absolute confidence in her, she closed her eyes, channeling the deepest, purest angelic Light magic she possessed. A brilliant, blinding white aura washed over the alleyway, bathing Wonryang in warmth.

Minutes felt like hours, but slowly, the monstrous muscles shrank. The pitch-black faded from his eyes. Wonryang collapsed into the dirt, unconscious, but entirely human once more.

The Captain and his assistant stared in complete disbelief. Acknowledging the absolute miracle they had just witnessed, they turned and vanished without another word.

Ma Yusoung, bruised and exhausted, carefully hoisted Wonryang over his shoulder. He shot you a deeply respectful nod before carrying him off toward the academy's medical staff.

The alleyway fell dead silent, leaving only you and Flame standing amidst the cracked cobblestones.

Flame stood there for a long moment, her hands still trembling from the adrenaline and the immense expenditure of holy mana. She looked down at the ground, then slowly raised her wide, dark brown eyes to meet yours. The usual confident, teasing facade she wore was completely gone, replaced by an overwhelming, raw vulnerability.

"I... I really didn't think I could save him this time," she whispered, her voice cracking as a single tear slipped down her cheek. She took a step closer to you, her hands instinctively reaching out to gently grasp the fabric of your sleeve, as if making sure you were actually real. "Thank you...Old man."

The training grounds of Stella Academy roared with the explosive heat of House Adolevit. Hong Biyeon was a relentless force of nature, unleashing barrage after barrage of searing fire spells that scorched the earth and melted the point sticks scattered across the arena. But no matter how wide her area of effect or how blindingly fast her projectiles were, she couldn't land a single solid hit. You danced through the inferno, utilizing that bizarre, instant spatial teleportation—the 'Blink'—to completely bypass the agonizing casting times and standard physics of her magic.

Frustration bleeding into desperation, Biyeon gathered an immense, swirling vortex of crimson flames for one final, devastating strike. The heat alone was enough to warp the air around her. But right as she unleashed the torrent of fire, you completely vanished. Bypassing her ultimate attack in a fraction of a second, you materialized directly inside her guard. With a swift, calculated motion, you tapped the tip of your point stick cleanly against her shoulder. The stick chimed a dull red, echoing through the sudden silence of the arena, instantly signaling her absolute defeat.

Exhausted, entirely out of breath, and wide-eyed, the haughty noble collapsed backward onto the scorched dirt. Walking over to where she lay, you smoothly dropped down onto one knee beside her. Offering a genuinely impressed smile, you conveyed your praise, complimenting her explosive growth in power and the sheer intensity of her magic despite the outcome. Biyeon's face flushed a deep, embarrassed crimson, completely caught off guard by your sincere acknowledgment.

But before she could formulate a flustered response, the soft crunch of footsteps echoed behind you. Flame stepped out from the edge of the arena, her wide, dark brown eyes locked onto you with a mixture of intense curiosity and deep, hidden calculation. As the omniscient transmigrator who thought she knew every single detail of this timeline, seeing an unpredictable anomaly effortlessly dismantle the Adolevit heir completely derailed her expectations. Suspicion bleeding into her usually friendly expression, she stared at you.

"Just... who are you?" she asked, her voice quiet but piercing.

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