Japan, Mount Fuji.
The winter twilight carried away the last remnants of warmth.
A desolate, cold wind rose and fell gently among the mountains.
In a deeply hidden wasteland, a scarred youth slowly climbed up from a pile of bones.
Looking at the deathly silence surrounding him, the youth felt not a trace of fear in his eyes, but rather, he was filled with excitement.
"I actually came back to life..."
The youth's lips parted slightly, and as he murmured to himself, he seemed unable to believe the fact that he had survived.
"Whoosh~"
A gentle breeze blew, and the next second, a freshness he had never felt before surged into his heart.
This sensation, coming from nature itself, instantly refreshed the youth's spirit and shook his body and mind.
"Did I... really come back to life~"
The youth's hands trembled, and silent tears flowed from his eyes.
Thinking of the bottomless cruelty and darkness in his original world, he realized that here, there was truly the freedom that everyone dreamed of.
At this moment, he finally understood why so many brilliant predecessors would rather die than fail to escape that White Room cage—"So that's how it is."
"It's just... am I really lucky..."
Images of his memories gradually drifted back to his infancy.
In his parents' arms, the newborn baby did not cry; instead, he was full of smiles.
"I really transmigrated!"
"And it's the Classroom of the Elite world, this is great, this is great!"
However, to his despair, such a life did not last long. Just as he thought his life was about to welcome a beautiful future, a bizarre car accident occurred. His parents died tragically, and he, still in his swaddling clothes, was taken by a mysterious person to a genius-cultivation facility called the White Room.
Since then, my life was less like living in the world and more like living in hell.
Under the insane training of endless study, physical conditioning, competition, conspiracy, slaughter, and human nature, I was pushed to my limits.
Even though I felt it was impossible for me to persist for even a single day, the White Room made me realize in a very real way that it understood me better than I understood myself...
In the end, I became a machine that only knew how to follow orders~
Until that day...
A boy named Ayanokoji Kiyotaka appeared~
As the machine guarding the gate, I was finally defeated...
I thought my life had reached its end.
But under the scans of those heavy, top-tier instruments, a life that shouldn't have survived miraculously climbed up from the pile of corpses.
"Thank..."
The youth whispered softly, his complex gaze quietly fixed on the land that had buried him. Although he did not know the reason for his resurrection, there was one thing he could feel tangibly now: he had become stronger, stronger than anyone else...
The March sun always seemed exceptionally cold.
On a street bustling with traffic, a youth in tattered clothes stood amidst the strange looks of passersby, his face calm as he watched the advertisement playing on a dynamic screen.
"Advanced Nurturing High School, the highest level of education in the nation, the highest level of safety in the nation, the highest level of benefits in the nation..."
"With massive resources invested by the state, it is a completely closed campus built on an island. As long as your ability is strong enough, this will be the stage where you can truly showcase yourself."
Any job or resource an ordinary person dreams of—as long as you graduate from this school as a member of Class A, they will all be yours to choose from.
The passionate voice-over combined with the school's magnificent scenery instantly made the youth's eyes light up.
Not only that, but to protect the safety of the students and for the sake of school management, the school adopted a completely closed-off education system. Unless expelled or graduated, no one could forcibly enter, and students were likewise unable to enter society.
And this school, which looked like a cage, made the youth's pupils tremble with emotion.
"Is this heaven's will~"
"Heh..."
Looking back at the past, scene after scene, event after event, tears could not stop falling from the youth's face.
His trembling, cold voice vented out, seemingly filled with emotion for the first time.
"This time... my life belongs only to me~"
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