This world had learned through bloody historical lessons that binding a person's spiritual energy to a Spirit Beast too early drained their potential and vitality.
Thus, the world adhered strictly to a universal rule: only upon turning eighteen and passing a spiritual energy test could someone form a soul bond with a Spirit Beast.
Afterward, each time someone contracted a new Spirit Beast, they needed to register them with their country's Beast Master Association and meet the required spiritual energy level.
Ash didn't know if she was lucky or unlucky.
Before she arrived in this world, the original owner of this body had already passed the spiritual energy test organized by the school, which qualified her to form a soul bond with a Spirit Beast.
Even though this world wasn't exactly "normal," it still had laws and regulations as thorough as those in her previous life.
So, just dealing with Spirit Beasts shouldn't be that dangerous... right?
Ash thought back to novels about transmigrators where protagonists immediately encountered life-or-death situations.
She suddenly felt that Lady Luck was smiling upon her.
Not only had she come to a world that was almost identical to Earth, but she still had access to a phone and Wi-Fi…
Doesn't this means, she is a rare kind of winner among transmigrators?
After reassuring herself, Ash felt her initial panic from suddenly arriving in a new world gradually subside, replaced by a sense of anticipation for this world.
After all, she and the original owner of this body had the same lifestyle—living solo with no family to worry about.
Changing worlds didn't seem like much of a change for her.
With this in mind, Ash sat up from the infirmary bed.
Her sudden movement caught the attention of the school doctor, who was just on the other side of the curtain.
"Ash," a cool male voice called her out.
The bed curtain was pulled back, and a slender, graceful hand rested on Ash's shoulder.
"It's best to lie down and rest if you're feeling light-headed."
Ash turned around to see the person behind her.
It was a young man in his early twenties wearing a white lab coat, black hair, and dark eyes, with strikingly good looks.
Recalling her memories of the original owner of this body, Ash realized she didn't recognize him.
So, she politely asked, "Uh… and you are?"
"Maxim Orlov," the young man said, gesturing to the name tag on his chest. "Dr. Grimmer is on maternity leave, so I'm the intern covering her shifts here for a few months."
Ash nodded her head while processing this information, but then suddenly she felt something was off.
She remembered the time she'd been knocked out by her teacher's flying chalk during class.
However, the bright weather outside the window made it clear that a considerable amount of time had passed since that rainy day when she'd fainted.
"Um…" Ash glanced around, unable to spot a clock, so she asked, "Can you tell me how long I've been here?"