Tilting her head while drinking a red liquid, Carissa added.

"I wouldn't say that. She barely even talks to people, yet for you, she yelled."

Is that why she's talking to me? To find out about Serena?

Finishing my own glass of red liquid, tasting similar to a Shirley Temple on Earth, I confusedly responded.

"...? I guess."

Nodding my head, I scooped the last bit of beef on my platter, ready to leave, but a sudden voice interrupted me.

"You three ready to sing?"

Her black hair, untied from the ponytail, drooped down on my shoulders, the sweet scent of her conditioner sneaking into my ears, as she stood behind me, preventing me from leaving.

Shaking my head, I looked, met with the face of Gemma, and said.

"It's about that time."

Yet, as I stood up, I instantly felt a wave of nausea overwhelm me, the ground seemingly shaking below me.

My sense of perception was completely off...and my brain ached with a bitter sensation.

At that moment, Gemma's familiar voice sounded.

"Feel it, yet?"

As a moment of clarity passed through my body before it shortly disappeared, I managed to mutter out, recognizing the feeling.

"y-you spiked the drink."

Smirking, she glanced at the crowd and said.

"Enjoy yourself, won't you. If you're always this stiff with your emotions, you'll never be able to truly dance."

"Think of this as an initiation ceremony."

As Gemma walked away, a drink in her hand, the now-intoxicated Joy followed after.

In this world, due to humans' extreme strength, enhanced by the state's menu, it was extremely difficult for an enlightened person to become drunk.

Because of that, although there was an official drinking age of 18, heroes were exempted from it.

Yet...somehow, a single drink had made me like this.

It seemed that this body I had possessed was excessively vulnerable to drinks.

Unable to form a coherent sentence, my brain racing in circles, I glanced to my right at Joy, seeing her now amidst the crowd of students, the alcohol helping her break out of her anxiety.

This is bad. This is bad.

My brain's defenses were off.

One slip-up and I was done.

The vault of knowledge regarding the future of this world had been unchained.

Across from me, Carissa remained perfectly fine, even though her glass was empty.

Ah...she's probably used to drinking since her childhood.

Stumbling forward, my legs disobeying my commands, I managed to grasp onto the door handle and push it open with my hand.

As the music blaring slowly vanished behind me, I took one last glance inside the private room; however, I was only met with Carissa's face, who had followed after me in leaving.

While the door to the private room slammed shut, she silently glanced at me before going on ahead and exiting the building, as I stumbled behind.

Slowly adapting to the sensation, I managed to stand up straight and make it out, embracing the cold air outside.

*WHOOSH*

At that moment, a car suddenly sped by, abruptly halting in front of the shabby club.

What...is a luxury car doing here?

As if answering my question, a sudden voice sounded from within the car at that moment.

"Lady Carissa, your ride has arrived."

Suddenly, the car door of the black Rolls-Royce swung open, revealing a figure already inside.

His gold yellow-pupils shining within the darkness of the car, Magnus sighed and said, his tone somewhat commanding, to Carissa, who was a couple of meters in front of me..

"Don't go off campus..."

Not showing any change in her expression, Carissa simply entered the car, and in the next moment, the car sped off into the streets of the capital city, blowing a gust of wind in my face.

The two centerpoints of the next incident.

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By some luck, I soon found myself before my familiar apartment door, immediatly entering and leaping into the painting.

Instantly, the headache created by the alcohol vanished, as my brain began to recover.

After that event, the entire weekend quickly ended, as I didn't dare to leave my dorm room, simply ordering food in and training within the pointing.

The week wasn't much different, as besides classes, I didn't leave my room.

Lectures were lectures, as I simply took notes and occasionally answered questions, and sparring against Ruby was easy enough, because she never improved, no matter how much work she put in.

Before I knew it, I found myself in a simple routine.

The next incident wasn't for two weeks, and I had everything I needed to improve my dorm room, so there was no need for any outside interaction.

Life here was...eerily similar to Earth.

But, instead of writing, I trained.

Using a small portion of my newfound wealth, I ordered an AI Dummy bot, which soon arrived at my doorstep in the form of a massive package, taller and wider than me.

Pushing the package inside my room, I immediatly ripped it open with my hands, revealing a standing metal dummy bot within, just like the ones in the school's training hall.

After managing to push the dummy horizontally through the painting, I leaped inside and found it lying atop a lily pad.

With a remote control and a few button presses, the dummy stood back, by itself, and gazed at me, equipped with an iron sword.

With my reaching of a wall in dance, I switched to swordmanship, dedicating all my freetime to practicing swordmanship theory.

As Thursday morning came around, I groggily dressed myself and headed to class, hiding from the sun like a vampire.

Sitting down in my seat, noting the scribbles and marks on Ruby's part of the table beside me, I simply sighed and stared at the board, which read, [Practical Rankings].

It seemed it was finally time to figure out how well I did overall.

Unfortunately, even if I rose in rank, I would have to wait till the next semester to reap the benefits, as housing assignments and amenities couldn't just be changed.

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