Chapter 1:Transfer Student from Another World
I opened my eyes to the blinding light of a blue sky — a sky too clean, too quiet, too wrong.
My head throbbed like someone had tried to rip my soul out and staple it back in.
My name is Seo Rina.
Or at least, that’s what I remember being called before I was exiled.
I sat up slowly, brushing strands of silver hair out of my eyes.
The uniform I wore wasn’t mine.
A dull gray blazer.
A pleated skirt.
A tie that looked like it had been strangled by a confused office worker.
I was lying in the middle of a quiet school courtyard.
The stone path beneath me wasn’t cracked like the cobbled roads back home.
No signs of my father’s black tower.
No smell of blood and magic in the air.
Only the distant chime of a school bell.
I had been sent to Earth.
The punishment had been clear.
“You will learn their ways, live without magic, and return once you understand what mercy means.”
But mercy wasn’t in my dictionary.
I stood up and adjusted the blazer.
A student with a camera phone passed by, paused, and stared at me.
I stared back.
“Uh… you new?” he asked awkwardly.
I blinked.
“…Yes.”
He smiled like someone who had no idea he was talking to a criminal from another world.
He gestured toward the building.
“Main office is that way. You’re probably here for class 2-B.”
Class 2-B.
The magical seal on my wrist burned as I walked, reminding me that I couldn’t use my power here.
No teleportation.
No dark magic.
Not even a flame spell to light my way.
Just a regular human girl now.
The hallway buzzed with students.
Laughing.
Whispering.
Pretending their lives weren’t boring.
A girl with too much eyeliner shoved past me.
A boy wearing headphones glanced my way and looked startled.
I was used to people looking at me like that.
Silver hair tends to leave an impression.
When I reached the office, a woman with a sharp chin and a tighter ponytail looked up.
“You must be Seo Rina. The exchange student?”
“That’s right.”
“You’re transferring in from…”
She glanced at the paper.
“…Morsk International Academy?”
I had no idea what that meant.
They made up a fake school for me.
“Yes.”
“Here’s your schedule.”
She handed me a paper and waved toward the door.
“Class 2-B. Top floor. Room 3-2.”
I walked upstairs, ignoring the lingering stares and whispering students.
Class 2-B had a glass door with a faded sign.
When I opened it, the room went silent.
Twenty pairs of eyes turned toward me.
The teacher looked up from his desk.
A tall man in glasses with a surprisingly kind smile.
“You must be the new student. Come in.”
I stepped inside, hands in my pockets, my eyes scanning for threats.
No magic signatures.
No aura pressure.
Just ordinary humans.
“My name is Seo Rina,” I said.
“I’ll be joining you for the semester.”
Some students whispered.
Others stared like they were trying to place my accent.
The teacher nodded.
“Take the empty seat by the window.”
Always the window seat.
Like the universe had a sick sense of humor.
I sat down and stared outside.
Trees.
A soccer field.
Clouds.
So much… color.
Too much color.
“She looks like a character from a fantasy game,” someone whispered.
I heard every word.
The day dragged on.
Math, science, history.
None of it useful.
I memorized formulas and fake dates.
I couldn’t tell them I’d fought dragons when I was eleven.
Or that I once drowned a rebellion with a single spell.
Now I was learning the periodic table.
During lunch, no one approached me.
That was fine.
I didn’t need friends.
I just needed to survive until I could return.
Until my father deemed me “rehabilitated.”
But then someone dropped a carton of milk on my desk.
“Hey.”
I looked up.
A boy with messy black hair and a bored expression stood there.
He had the eyes of someone who had seen things.
Real things.
“Don’t like the cafeteria food either?”
He pulled up a chair.
“Name’s Jae-min.”
“Seo Rina.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Cool name. Foreign?”
“In a way.”
He chuckled.
“You’re weird. I like that.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“Why are you talking to me?”
He shrugged.
“Everyone here’s boring. You’re not.”
Fair.
But my instincts screamed at me.
There was something strange about him.
No aura, but…
Something.
After school, I wandered to the old building behind the gym.
I needed space.
Silence.
But the moment I stepped inside, I felt it.
Magic.
Just a flicker.
Faint.
Hidden.
But there.
Impossible.
I followed it up the creaking stairs, past locked doors and shattered windows.
Until I found a locked wooden door with a symbol etched into it.
A magic rune.
Not from Earth.
From my world.
I reached out.
The seal on my wrist pulsed.
Pain flared.
I pulled my hand back.
“No magic,” I muttered.
“But someone’s broken that rule.”
A voice spoke behind me.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
I turned around slowly.
Jae-min.
He stood there, hands in his pockets, but his eyes were serious now.
Dangerous.
He wasn’t a normal student.
And he wasn’t surprised to see the rune.
“You know what this is,” I said flatly.
“So do you.”
We stared at each other.
In that silence, a single truth echoed between us.
Earth wasn’t as powerless as I thought.
And I wasn’t the only one hiding something.