The early morning air was brisk as I stepped onto the path leading to the mana-powered bus, the quiet stillness of Silvercrest Hall settling around me.
A small crowd had gathered by the bus stop, noble students murmuring softly, casting occasional glances my way.
Their eyes gleamed with contempt, lips curling in disgust, as if my mere presence was a personal offense.
I ignored them and focused on the bus trundling down the road.
This was my first day actually stepping into the novel's storyline, and I was glad that, for now, things seemed peaceful.
But I knew this wouldn't last.
The world I was in would only get more chaotic, throwing all sorts of trials and life-threatening dangers my way.
Thanks to the original Noah's memories, I had some advantage—at least a bit of insight into the novel's plot and the direction it was supposed to go in.
Still, I knew from experience that the game mechanics might come in handy here.
