But who…?
Silas thought to himself, his mind wandering. Who's even willing to hang out with him? He was the new kid—powerful, yes, but that power wasn't exactly the kind that made people want to be around him.
Dwayne…? Nah, too unpredictable. One moment, he'd be your buddy, the next, he'd throw you into a dangerous situation for fun.
Cynthia? Silas wasn't even sure if she saw him as a friend, more like a troublesome acquaintance she occasionally needed to tolerate. That wasn't exactly an invitation to hang out.
Victoria… Now that was an interesting thought. A fellow earthling, someone who might understand what he was going through. But he hesitated. Getting too close to her might drag him into the "main plot" of whatever was going on at this academy, and he wasn't sure if he was ready for that just yet.
Silas continued walking, the silence of the empty halls pressing in on him. His footsteps echoed louder than usual, each one a reminder of how alone he felt. It was like walking in a dream, everything out of place yet too real at the same time. His mind kept searching for distractions, anything to take his focus off the unsettling weight in his chest.
For the extra rune creation... he mused. I'll save it for something important. Can't waste it now.
As for his EXP, he was in no rush. No point in leveling up immediately. I've got time. I'll figure out where to put it later.
But then the thought came again—Is going home really the only choice I have? The question gnawed at him, a quiet desperation he didn't want to confront. Could he really just step into a "normal life" after everything he'd been through?
Silas sighed deeply and reached for his briefcase, cracking it open with a quiet click. He rummaged through the contents. Pens. A few books. His wand. And… cash. Same currency as the one in the game.
He stared at the money for a moment, a hollow feeling in his stomach. Well, I guess I can buy something useful with it later... His fingers traced the edge of a book, then a pen, before he let everything fall back into place. He closed the briefcase with a defeated slump.
Other than assassination in my past life, I never really had a life…
The thought hit him harder than he expected. The money he earned back then had been spent on weapons, on getting better, on surviving. He had never lived.
He paused mid-step, blinking away the heaviness.
As he continued walking, he realized he had unconsciously wandered toward the academy's exit. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the massive doors, casting long shadows on the stone floor, like it was beckoning him out into the world. Silas found himself staring at the light, the warmth of it seeming to pull at him, almost too tempting to ignore.
Can't force me that easily, universe.
A wry chuckle escaped him, though it was empty. He turned his back on the exit, letting the warm sunlight fade from his view. The halls seemed even emptier now, the weight of silence more palpable. He tried to focus on the goal—find someone, anyone, to talk to. At least that would distract him for a while.
"I don't even know who my new parents are… I just transmigrated into a random person's body without the memories…"
Silas muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with frustration. The words felt empty, like they didn't quite belong to him—yet they had been echoing in his head for hours.
"I don't even know where my address is…"
His voice grew quieter, almost defeated, as the weight of his situation sank deeper. A new world, a new life, and no clear sense of identity. It felt like a nightmare wrapped in layers of confusion.
"Ahhh! Why has this become so troublesome!"
Silas clicked his tongue, the sound sharp and almost defiant, as if challenging the universe itself. He was trying to speak to himself, to break through the oppressive silence of his thoughts. His voice was the only thing that seemed real in this moment of isolation. But then, out of the corner of his eye, something caught his attention.
A flash of golden light. It was brief but striking. His gaze instinctively snapped in that direction. There she was.
Maria.
Her long golden hair shone like a beacon, even in the dim lighting of the hallway. She moved with a calm grace, her presence commanding yet serene. The contrast to his own chaotic thoughts was almost jarring.
The main character. And the main antagonist.
Silas blinked, a frown tugging at his features.
What's she doing here…?
He tried to push away the fog clouding his memory, but it was hard.
I can't recall what she did at this point in the game, but she shouldn't have gone completely haywire yet.
The game had multiple endings… so it's not like I have a clear idea of what's coming. Each route played out completely differently.
A vague sense of unease trickled through him as he observed her. He was certain her presence had some significance—he just couldn't piece it together at this moment. It was as though his mind was trying to remember something critical, but the details slipped through his fingers like sand.
Guess I'll investigate.
He thought, the words forming in his mind like a quiet resolve.
While I might interfere with the main story… It's better than facing reality.
With a deep, almost reluctant breath, he pushed forward, his curiosity outweighing the hesitation. After all, at least this might provide some answers—something to hold on to. A distraction from the whirlwind of his own identity crisis.