The morning of this new day was different.
Unlike the cold, suffocating air of the day before, today was warmer.
The golden radiance of the morning sun filtered through his window, filling his room with a comforting hue of light.
It wasn't intrusive, but it was alive.
Vincent slid open the curtain, resting his hands on his study table, letting the sun's warmth wash over him.
A small smile tugged at his lips.
For the first time in forever—
A morning felt… nice.
After a deep inhale, savoring the fresh air, he turned—
And rushed into the bathroom.
Today, he was going to school.
And somehow, he knew—
It would be different.
All thanks to the great difference brought by the system.
The warm water cascaded over Vincent's lean frame, outlining the newfound height he had gained overnight.
His reflection shimmered in the bathroom mirror, his wet jet-black hair slicked back, the strands clinging to his face.
His jawline looked sharper, his pale skin giving him an almost ethereal glow beneath the steamy air.
This was him now.
A noticeable difference—achieved in just one day.
As he stepped out of the bath, droplets cascading down his body, Vincent caught his reflection.
His dark eyes no longer held the lifelessness they once did.
There was something new there.
Something alive.
Something exciting.
A new fire.
He towel-dried his hair, then reached for his new outfit.
The black tracksuit.
The one he had bought last night—after half his allowance disappeared into food and clothing expenses.
A small sting of regret still lingered…
But at the same time—
He didn't regret it.
Not one bit.
After all, when he bought it, the store owner had insisted on taking his picture.
She even wanted to frame it and hang it in her store.
"You must be a model!" she had exclaimed.
The compliments had felt nice.
And Vincent had a feeling—
This was only the beginning.
Slipping into the tracksuit, he zipped it up, letting the fabric mold comfortably against him.
It wasn't too tight.
It wasn't too loose.
It was just right.
Sporty. Clean. Aesthetic.
"Alright."
Vincent grinned.
Slinging his cross bag over his torso, he glanced at his sneakers.
A tight fit.
Too tight.
His feet had grown too.
But he couldn't afford new ones.
Not now.
So, he shoved them on, ignoring the discomfort, and stepped outside.
A mix of anxiety and excitement buzzed through his veins.
Today… would be interesting.
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Mereung High School
The morning sun kissed the glimmering rooftops of Mereung High School, illuminating the polished marble of its tiered pagoda structures.
Students poured in through the towering gates, their uniforms crisp and pristine.
Boys in cobalt jackets and black pants.
Girls in short pleated skirts and white blouses.
The courtyard, with its manicured pine trees and ornate pavilion, bustled with activity.
But then—
Something shifted.
A strange silence blanketed the air.
And the whispers began.
"Oh my God, is he an idol?"
"He must be new!"
"I think I've seen him on TV!"
"He's so tall. I love him!"
"Wait… doesn't he look familiar?"
The girls giggled, blushing as their eyes locked onto Vincent.
Their excitement swelled, rippling through the crowd like a rising tide.
Vincent—
The same nobody they ignored just yesterday—
Was now stealing the spotlight.
Three large buildings surrounded the vast school compound, interconnected by walkways and expansive courtyards.
The central field stretched out grandly, a space where students gathered for sports and events.
Vincent kept his head low, weaving through the crowd, making his way into the tenth-grade building.
Once inside, he slipped into his class—
And settled into his usual seat.
The moment he sat down—
The room froze.
A group of girls, clustered near a makeup station, stopped talking.
Their eyes locked onto him.
Their expressions twisted in confusion.
"Who… the hell is this?"
The question hung thick in the air.
They glanced at each other, trying to piece together the mystery.
Then—
Their eyes widened.
"Wait… isn't that Vincent's seat?"
The entire class shared the same silent question.
Even the silent nerd, a short guy in glasses, looked stunned.
Vincent was supposed to be the class ghost.
A punching bag.
A nobody.
And yet—
Here he was, looking like he belonged to a different reality.
Finally, a blond-haired boy strode over.
He was handsome, known for being flirtatious, unserious, and a complete playboy.
He was also… kind of an idiot.
But popular.
The type of guy who could charm girls effortlessly—but couldn't keep a single one.
Stopping in front of Vincent, he crossed his arms.
"Hey, new guy."
Vincent didn't react.
The blond tilted his head, flashing a lazy grin.
"Not to disrespect you or anything, but you can't just waltz in and take any seat you want. That seat belongs to—"
Vincent slowly raised his head.
His eyes were shut.
His expression unreadable.
Then—
A venomous aura seeped into the air.
A chill ran down the blond's spine.
Vincent's eyes snapped open.
Dark. Sharp. Intense.
"What do you mean 'new guy'? Or do you mean 'shortie'?"
The blond's frown deepened.
Then—his eyes widened.
The realization hit him.
"No way. That's impossible. You—"
Vincent grinned.
"Yeah… It's me."
Silence.
The blond's face went pale.
"YOU GREW A FOOT IN ONE DAY?!"
Vincent smiled wider.
'Oh, this is so satisfying.'
The class murmured, glancing at him with growing curiosity.
Then—
The back door slammed open.
Three figures stepped in.
The room tensed.
The blond's face darkened.
"Good luck, bro."
Vincent's smirk faded.
A thuggish guy stood in the middle, his shirt unbuttoned, a mischievous grin stretching across his face.
That grin twitched when he saw Vincent.
But—
His eyes narrowed.
He stepped forward.
And grabbed Vincent's face.
"What is this? Did you grow a foot in one day?"
Vincent scowled.
His aura was dark.
Unwelcoming.
Then—
A voice echoed in his ears.
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[Main Quest Updated.]
[You have received your first MAIN QUEST.]