“Emmm… this development is truly beyond my expectations.” Yi Lingfan, utterly dumbfounded, never saw this coming.
After learning who the male leads were, he had been pondering—several of them were already committed to others with stable relationships, so how did they suddenly end up in the female lead’s harem? What did she do to make them switch affections so quickly? Ah, so this is what they mean by the overpowering, unreasonable halo of the protagonist.
But Yi Lingfan didn’t want to dwell on these messy, convoluted thoughts. After collecting his complicated emotions, he bid farewell to the little glowing orb as usual and stepped through the door into the next world.
What Yi Lingfan didn’t know was that after he left, a low chuckle echoed through the system space he had occupied. The little glowing orb swayed back and forth as if being stroked by an invisible hand…
The continent of Lusalmon, a vast land composed of seven major races—humans, beastmen, elves, dragons, dwarves, goblins, and magical beasts—was once a world where multiple deities existed.
However, after the battle of Ragnarök, the gods fell, and the creatures of Lusalmon descended into strife. In the end, humans emerged victorious, standing at the pinnacle of all races.
Over time, the races of Lusalmon gradually integrated, ushering in an era of harmony and prosperity.
The continent’s greatest academy—Lumian Academy, established by the Lumian Empire, the sole human empire ruling over mankind—began a new round of admissions, recruiting only the most elite, outstanding, and talented students from every race. Here, there was no racial discrimination—only the rule of the strong within the bounds of order.
The elf Davist stood at the entrance of Lumian Academy, stepping inside with a calm and composed expression. Yet, his long ears, characteristic of elves, twitched restlessly against his will. Who would have guessed that Davist, an elf known for grace and nobility, was actually a wide-eyed country bumpkin at heart?
Though an elf, Davist had no knowledge of his parents, for he was a half-elf, born of a human and an elf. His ears, for instance, were longer than a human’s but shorter than those of a pure-blooded elf.
According to the half-elf who raised him, Davist’s mother was a beautiful, gentle, and radiant elf from a remote region who fell in love with a human adventurer and, without hesitation, left her kin to follow him.
In truth, interracial relationships were no longer taboo in Lusalmon. Davist’s mother loving a human wasn’t a big deal. Though an orphan, she had close friends and elders who were prepared to discuss marriage arrangements for the couple.
Yet, for reasons unknown, the two eloped and vanished without a trace.
Later, a half-elf infant—bearing the bracelet and keepsake of the elven woman who had eloped—was abandoned near the elven territory, found and raised by another half-elf. That infant was Davist.
Despite his mother’s elopement, her friends and elders still cherished their past bonds. Though unable to adopt Davist themselves due to various circumstances, they ensured he was raised by a kind and capable half-elf.
This half-elf, though disabled in one leg, was gentle, skilled, and well-educated, providing Davist with an excellent upbringing.
Once a minor celebrity in his own right, the half-elf had mysteriously retreated to this remote elven settlement, living as an ordinary resident.
Under his guidance, Davist thrived. Despite their remote location, Davist earned admission to Lumian Academy, one of Lusalmon’s top institutions—a feat that made his small community proud. The sparse elven population in the area even held a feast to celebrate his achievement.
Though many wished to accompany him to the academy, the ever-considerate Davist declined, choosing instead to travel alone with only his adoptive half-elf parent and the gifts from neighbors.
Davist marveled, “Whoever invented spatial artifacts is truly remarkable! Without this incredible invention, how would I have carried all these things to school?”
The gifts from his elders were indeed a sweet burden. Stroking the spatial ring given by his adoptive parent, Davist felt a surge of emotion.
Having grown up in a small, isolated community, Davist maintained an outwardly poised and elegant demeanor, but inwardly, he was a wide-eyed bumpkin, awestruck by the unfamiliar sights of prosperity and novelty around him.
His adoptive parent, though unassuming, was secretly wealthy. Aside from covering six years of tuition, he had provided Davist with ample living expenses. Yet, Davist was frugal by nature, opting for a mid-tier four-person dormitory and planning to seek part-time work for extra pocket money once settled.
Had his adoptive parent not insisted he live comfortably while studying abroad, Davist would have chosen the cheapest dorm. Raised in humble surroundings, he was no stranger to hardship.
But as an obedient child, Davist heeded his elder’s advice and selected the mid-tier accommodation.
Arriving at the dormitory, Davist pushed open the door to his assigned room, his eyes widening slightly and ears twitching, though his expression remained impassive.
Davist thought, *Wow! Truly befitting a top-tier academy! Even the mid-tier dorms at Lumian are this luxurious!*
Four bunk beds, each with a study desk, a private bathroom, a small kitchen, a floor-to-ceiling window, and a balcony—all impeccably clean, with automated cleaning puppets on every floor. For Davist, the country bumpkin, everything was astonishing.
The dorm’s location was ideal, offering a refreshing view and fresh air. Though the building seemed modest, its campus placement was convenient.
“My luck really is great!” Davist mused. His elders and neighbors had always said so.
Surveying the room, he noted two window-side beds were already occupied, leaving two empty. He chose the one nearest the kitchen.
Under the influence of his skilled adoptive parent, Davist had developed decent culinary skills, especially in simple pastries. Being close to the kitchen would save money on meals and help bond with roommates.
His lips pressed together slightly, ears flickering uneasily. *What will my roommates be like?* he wondered. *We’ll share this space for six years—I hope we get along.*
Elsewhere on campus, on the path to Davist’s dormitory, Kurler wore a gentle smile while quietly吐槽 his flirtatious companion, Yaonora, who winked at passing girls. “That duke’s son really is something, isn’t he? The arrogance is almost impressive.”
Yaonora, still batting his eyelashes, agreed, “Right? Just an exiled duke’s brat, yet he acts like royalty. Managed to piss everyone off before classes even started—quite the talent.”
Though their words sounded complimentary, their tone dripped with sarcasm.
Bored of the topic, Yaonora perked up. “Kurler, what do you think our other roommates will be like? Maybe someone from another race?” Excitement laced his voice.
Kurler shrugged. “As long as they don’t get in our way, it doesn’t matter.”
“Ugh, you’re no fun, Kurler. No wonder you’re single,” Yaonora teased, slinging an arm over Kurler’s shoulder.
Unfazed, Kurler replied evenly, “If you’re that bored, we could spar. I don’t mind humoring you.”
Yaonora instantly withdrew his arm, resuming his flirting. *I mind! Getting beaten up by you hurts!*
Bickering and shoving, the two reached their dorm. Pushing the door open, they noticed a new roommate—one of the empty beds was now neatly arranged, and a faint aroma wafted from the previously unused kitchen.
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