[The Simulation Officially Begins]
[You have traveled to this continent called Terra, and you feel better than ever. You suspect this is due to the fusion of your chosen talents, and you brim with confidence for the future.]
[You are naturally hard to dislike. When faced with the cautious and suspicious attitudes of the Sarkaz mercenaries, you managed to earn their trust through your eloquence.]
[They took you to the nearest settlement and enthusiastically introduced you to the local situation, giving you a general understanding of the area.]
[To make a living, you inquired about job opportunities from the locals. Thanks to your exceptional charm, many were willing to answer your questions.]
[You discovered the largest mine in the area and successfully became a miner—a profession with the lowest entry requirements.]
[You didn't expect that your past life as a corporate slave would suddenly feel like a blessing. But watching the Sarkaz around you toiling away relentlessly, you silently gripped the pickaxe in your hand and joined their struggle.]
[Even while working, you did not give up on your pursuit of art. Though you are a Sarkaz, your unique artistic talent allowed you to stand out.]
[Whether it was painting or piano, you developed unique insights through your studies, and your progress in art advanced by leaps and bounds.]
[After several months of hard work, you saved enough money, quit your mining job, and purchased a guitar. With it, you began singing in the town square.]
[The process was unexpectedly smooth. You adapted songs from your previous life, and with the natural singing voice of a Banshee, you quickly captivated a large audience.]
[A Tavern manager noticed your talent and invited you to become a resident singer at his establishment, offering you a fixed monthly salary, along with food and accommodation.]
[In this new work environment, your talent flourished like a fish in water. Because of your performances, the beer hall became crowded every night, and you gained many Sarkaz friends.]
[From their stories, you slowly pieced together what kind of country Kazdel, where you now reside, truly is: poverty, backwardness, division... death is an ever-present companion.]
[You frequently saw Sarkaz giving speeches on the streets. They vented their anger at foreign invaders and the people who had turned Kazdel into what it is now.]
[While chatting with these individuals, you noticed many of them subtly expressing dissatisfaction with the Demon King's overprotection of outsiders.]
[You reflected on these encounters, and an inexplicable seed sprouted in your heart. But despite these thoughts, you did not lose sight of your plans.]
[During your free time, you taught yourself the Leitanian language. After several months, you were able to communicate proficiently and had saved up a considerable amount of money.]
[One day, you heard from an old radio that the Leitania Academy of Art was opening its enrollment soon. You knew the time to leave had come.]
[The beer hall manager, who had always admired your talent, urged you to leave Kazdel. He told you: "You're a talented Sarkaz. Staying here will only bury you. Go pursue your dreams. Don't let a temporary failure hold you back."]
[Because of your fame, the news of your departure quickly spread. A mercenary leader, a frequent visitor to the beer hall, offered to escort you to the Kazdel-Syracuse border.]
[After half a day's trek, you arrived at the Syracuse border. From there, it was just a matter of crossing Syracuse to reach Leitania.]
[In Kazdel, having trustworthy companions is a luxury. But thanks to your excellent affinity and smooth demeanor, you safely made your way to Leitania without encountering any danger.]
[The Leitania Academy of Art Exam]
[The Leitania Academy of Art welcomes people of all races to apply. Passing the entrance exam would grant you legal Leitanian citizenship.]
[The exam consists of two parts: a skills test and an interview. Only those who excel in both will be accepted.]
[When you introduced yourself, some of the examiners showed clear disdain because of your Sarkaz heritage.]
[One of them instructed you to perform a piano piece, stating that your score would depend on the fluency and accuracy of your performance.]
[Thankfully, you had prepared in advance. You played Canon from your previous world, flawlessly.]
[For a moment, the entire examination room was silent as the examiners closed their eyes to listen. When the piece ended, many of them sighed, visibly moved.]
[After your performance, none of the examiners challenged your skill, and you easily ranked first in the skills test.]
[However, during the interview stage, the examiners exchanged several glances and asked you a few trivial questions. Then, they sent you off, telling you to wait for the results.]
[A week later, the results were posted, and you eagerly scanned the list.]
[You looked down the list until your eyes landed on your name, followed by three glaring words: "FAILED".]
["Damn demons! Still dreaming of rising to the top in Leitania? Go back to your garbage dump!"]
["Do you know why there are so few demons on Leitania's streets? Because we don't hire trash!"]
[Faced with the mockery, you remained calm.]
[You explained that your performance during the skills test was entirely the result of your hard work and not favoritism.]
[However, your calmness only made them angrier. "Sarkaz always have excuses! Lies come naturally to you demons!" They accused you of being deceitful and started to drag you away.]
[The surrounding Leitanian onlookers only stared coldly. None stepped in to defend you.]
[You fought back.]
[The Leitanian guards quickly arrived and broke up the fight. Accusing you of disturbing the peace, they beat you with batons.]
[Beaten and humiliated, you lay on the ground, staring at the cold, indifferent faces of the Leitanian people around you.]
[Even with your talents and hard work, you realized that the world would never see beyond your Sarkaz blood.]
[But in your heart, something began to burn—a quiet but determined resolve.]