Three years had passed since the cataclysmic battle that reshaped the universe. Muhan, now three years old, stood before the gates of the prestigious Wysteria Academy which is on the other side of the universe, they had to transport here by a wormhole, his eyes wide with wonder. He was still young, still innocent, but his destiny was already intertwined with the fate of the galaxy. He remembered his mother, Chae-min, telling him about his older sister, Seo Yoon, who had attended this very college, his thoughts were filled with wonder as he imagined his sister walking through these very gate, attending classes and training with her fellow students.
As he clutched his mother's hand, now deceased, in his memories, he remembered the stories she told him about the academy. Wysteria Academy was a place where humans, elves and lycans could come together to learn, to grow, and to level up. The academy's curriculum was designed to push students to their limits, to help them unlock their full potential and become the best versions of themselves.
But to enter this multiverse institution, one had to meet a certain requirement: a minimum level of 10. Muhan, who had been born at level 9 was now level 10. As he stood before the gates, his parents bade him goodbye as they won't see him for the next fifteen years.
Muhan's eyes sparkled with excitement as he looked up at the academy's gates, he knew that he still had a long way to go, but he was ready to take the first step towards realizing his dreams.
Muhan's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he checked his system, a habitual gesture that had become second nature to him. A holographic display flickered to life before him, projecting a wealth of information about his current status.
Name: Muhan
Level: 10+
Class: Unknown
Experience: 0/1000
Strength: 20
Agility: 25
Intelligence: 10
Vitality: 20
Special Abilities: Extreme Punch
As he scanned the display, Muhan's eyes widened in excitement. He had grown stronger, his extreme punch ability, a mysterious power that had awakened within him during the battle three years ago, still lingered, waiting to be unleashed once more.
His gaze lingered on the Class: 'Unknown' entry, a hint of frustration creeping into his expression. He had yet to discover his true class, the hidden potential that lay within him, he whispers to himself: Class: 'Unknown', as he whispers to himself, a chorus of giggles and whispers erupted from the nearby girls. They couldn't help but stare at their handsome schoolmate, whose dazzling appearance is charming.