Era of Players: Death God

After the oping ceremony, Noah expericed an inexplicable chill and decided to take a leisurely stroll a the campus. As he explored, the sheer size and magnificce of the island left him in awe.

"Wow, this place is ormous! It feels like an tire country. No wonder it's one of the most rowned academies in the world," Noah muttered to himself, loosing his necktie.

The campus boasted a bld of modern and medieval architecture, with tall buildings scattered throughout the gs. Noah couldn't help but be captivated by the stunning scery that sured him. It felt like stepping into a fairytale, with the pure air and abundant mana permeating the atmosphere.

Lost in his thoughts, Noah suddly heard a familiar voice calling out to him. It was Arthur, trying to catch up. Without hesitation, Noah sprinted off, leaving Arthur trailing behind.

"Hey, wait for me, Noah!" Arthur called out, slightly bewildered by Noah's sudd burst of speed.

With a smirk, Arthur thought to himself, "He's acting like I'm the devil or something."

Despite Noah's efforts to evade him, Arthur remained undeterred and continued to chase after him. However, due to their differing abilities, Arthur struggled to keep up.

Meanwhile, Noah found a momt of respite and let out a sigh of relief.

"What the hell? What does that prince want from me? Hanging out with him will only lead to trouble. I already have ough on my plate trying to avoid that woman," Noah grumbled, shaking his head.

Just as he was about to head towards his classroom, his phone rang, interrupting his thoughts.

"Hello, old man, what do you want?" Noah answered the call, his tone slightly annoyed.

An equally irked voice came from the other d, "You brat, is this how you talk to your father?"

Noah's expression softed as he replied,

"Cut it out, father. I'm doing fine."

His father let out a tch, but couldn't hide the pride in his voice, "You've grown up, daring to talk back to your father. Well, I'm glad to hear that you're doing well. So, which classroom are you assigned to?"

Noah casually responded, "The Elite Classroom."

His father's excitemt was evidt, "Wow, as expected of my son! I can't wait to brag about it. Like father, like son, huh?"

Noah couldn't help but massage his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. His father could be childish at times, and he couldn't help but worry about his mtal maturity.

"Alright, I'm hanging up now," Noah threated, ready to d the call.

His father hurriedly said, "I have faith in you, my son. And don't forget to make frids and find a wife—"

Noah interrupted, saying, "Goodbye, father. Take care. I love you." With that, he ded the call.

Noah muttered to himself, "Wife, my ass. I don't have time for that. As for making frids, let's observe first and see if there's anyone worth getting to know."

Determined, Noah proceeded towards his classroom, the prestigious Elite Classroom. The school classified studts based on their trance exam scores and overall level, and Noah had performed exceptionally well, earning himself a spot among the elite.

Situated in a separate building resembling an elegant manor, the Elite Classroom was Noah's destination. Presting his studt pass, he gained permission to ter the classroom. He noticed some studts were already seated as he tered.

Disregarding the curious gazes of his classmates, Noah chose a seat near the window and settled in. Shortly after, Arthur tered the classroom and waved in his direction.

"Looks like we meet again. Fate has a way of bringing us together," Arthur spoke with a smile as he took a seat behind Noah.

Noah's face twitched, thinking, 'Fate, my ass.' He resisted the urge to curse and simply replied,

"Focus. The teacher will arrive soon."

Arthur sighed and redirected his atttion to the front of the classroom. However, he couldn't help but steal glances at the other studts, taking mtal note of familiar faces.

"Most of the people I thought would d up in the Elite Classroom are here. Ev the notorious White Witch," Arthur secretly thought, his eyes briefly lingering on a girl who stood out from the rest.

Lilith Evangeline, the principal's granddaughter, possessed an otherworldly beauty and incredible talt. Arthur couldn't help but feel awestruck as he observed her.

Suddly, Lilith's gaze locked onto Arthur, causing him to break out in a cold sweat. Her emotionless stare st a shiver down his spine, and he felt a sse of fear. He quickly diverted his eyes, understanding it was best not to provoke her.

"Scary...no wonder they call her the White Witch," Arthur muttered under his breath, wiping away the perspiration from his forehead. He glanced towards Lilith once more, but found her atttion had shifted elsewhere.

His curiosity piqued, Arthur followed Lilith's line of sight and was tak aback wh he realized she was glaring directly at Noah. It was as though she had fixated on him, and Arthur couldn't help but wonder what had caught her interest.

Noah, on the other hand, attempted to remain unaffected by Lilith's gaze, feigning obliviousness. However, his subtle movemts betrayed the nervousness coursing through him.

"What the hell?" Noah cursed inwardly. "Out of all the people in this classroom, why does she have to focus on me? This is going to be tough."

Unbeknownst to Noah, Arthur's mischievous side began to emerge. He found the situation amusing and intriguing, like a child stumbling upon something fascinating.

Meanwhile, as the teacher tered the classroom, silce fell upon the studts, capturing their undivided atttion. The lesson was about to commce, and Noah couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and apprehsion. Little did he know that his journey at this prestigious academy was about to take an unexpected turn.