The system showed me a list of missions related to magic and soul.

『I Have Become The Trash of A Magical Family.』

『Become The Strongest Magician With My Ancestor’s Knowledge』

『When I Woke Up In Another World, I Became The Teacher of The World’s Strongest Saints, But I’m Only An Incompetent Commoner? So I’ll Make A Harem Filled With The World’s Strongest Saints Disciples!』

『My Little Sister Is Too Strong』

『Magic High School Ghost Stories』

There were still many titles I couldn’t wrap my head around….  One seems to be a genre in which someone becomes the outcast or trash of a family, the other is a genre that mixes reincarnation in a different world with some saint high school students that were popular in other countries across the sea.

<All missions I showed you are directly or indirectly related to soul. However… if you want to get proper information about soul, I recommend the『Magic High School Ghost Tales』mission.>

Magic, school, and ghost stories. First of all, this mission reeks of ghosts. I was almost 100% sure that I was going to meet a lot of ghosts.

<If you are going to that world, you must make up your mind. Because physical power almost amounts to nothing to spiritual beings.>

“That’s….”

<There is a very high chance that you will meet someone against whom your main skill such as swordsmanship, shooting, and magic won’t work.>

I pondered about System’s word for a while.

“What is the hunting probability?”

<It’s doable I suppose. Time difference is approximately 21x. You have plenty of time to make a plan.>

“Well, Let’s go with that one then.”

I liked the fact that the time difference was 21x. Because with so many things happening on Earth, I couldn’t be away for too long.

I immediately contacted all the people close to me before changing my messenger status to ‘dispatch’.

“Let’s go.”

『Magic High School Ghost Stories』

#fantasy #horror #horror_story

#school_life #mystery

<Synopsis>

At night, ghost stories come.

They told numerous riddles and secrets.

I must uncover and seal the secret of the ghost story.

[Moving to Cheongyeon Private Magic High School, the world where Level 127 protagonist, ‘Ahinal’, resides.]

[10···9····8····.]

My vision became blurry. However, I could feel the travel process more clearly than before. Dimensional movement was different from simply crossing a crosswalk. It was akin to folding the world itself and pushing through it.

[2····1····0]

[Moving Complete.]

[You have become a transfer student (12th grader) at ‘Cheongyeon Private Magic High School’.]

Deng..

Sounds of a bell…

Woooshh~

And sounds of the winds.

The distortion around me cleared up. The light from the sun that hung in the sky greeted me. It was blinding. But as a superhuman, it had little to no effect on me.

And,

-Ah, welcome to all new students… And for other students who have moved up to a higher year, please focus more on your studies…

The acceptance speech from the school principal.

“Ah, the opening ceremony is so boring.”

“Yeah. Principal bastard, just finish it quickly.”

“It sooooo hot……”

I could hear the voices of teenagers from my surroundings. They were all young students. Far in front of me were children who looked like elementary school students, and behind me were boys and girls in their late teens. And in common, they were all wearing a white school uniform.

That’s right…

– Also, welcome to all transfer students who transferred to Cheongyeon Private Magic School this year.

I, a 30 years old adult, had become a student once again.

* * *

The opening ceremony was long. It was truly long. It seems like in any world, the Principal’s speech always makes one feel as if time has slowed down. The system also agrees with my sentiment.

<When did I agree with you?>

Anyway, after the opening ceremony was over, I was called by a big male teacher and followed him. At first, I was worried because I thought I would be kicked out for reasons such as trespassing, but fortunately, that wasn’t the case. The [Protagonist Hunter] skill allowed me to completely blend into this world.

“Well. It looks like it is the right size. Didn’t anybody tell you to buy school uniforms in advance?”

“I bought it but I lost it.”

“Really? I haven’t heard that there is a student like you among the transfer students this year. Well, I guess I just didn’t see it on the list.”

He may have some doubts, but unless he had a certain way to see ‘fate’, he won’t be able to delve deeply into my identity.

“By the way, you’re in pretty good shape. Have you been exercising?”

“Yes. I know I’m a little bit amazing.”

It wasn’t just a little bit to be honest. My body became like this because I had spent half of my life on the battlefield. Not like I could tell him that though.

“Your name is?”

“It’s Yoo Seodam.”

“What a unique name. But it sounds like a name I’ve heard somewhere…”

“Because I’m from the North.”

“But there is only the sea in the north…?”

“I lived in the sea.”

“Really? Whatever, Okay student Yoo Seodam. Did you say you are in 12th grade? You’re really lucky. You can listen to that teacher’s class.”

This big male teacher seemed to be thinking of something good, because I could see his expression brightened. He was honestly a little…creepy.

“What class did you say you were in?”

“I don’t know.”

“…what the hell do you know?”

“My hometown is in the North.”

“Just shut up. Anyway, let’s see…”

Mr. Tteokdae took a file out from his briefcase. After reading through it for a while, he snapped his finger after a while.

“Ah, here you are, Yoo Seodam, a 12th grade transfer student. Class 7. Come on, let’s go.”

“……”

To be honest, I was a little surprised. In the past, it didn’t seem like this skill was to this extent, but can you really make me blend in with such details?

<Well… I know I’m a little bit amazing.>

‘People should learn to be humble rather than conceited.’

<But I just copied what Hunter Yoo Seodam said earlier.>

‘……..’

I have nothing to say.

* * *

The school itself was quite ordinary. Nothing too fancy like Vivienda Magic academy which was located on an island that floats in the sky or a school built like a castle with a size of several hundred pyeong. But still, Cheongyeon Private Magic High School was slightly better than ordinary high school I had seen on Earth. (1 pyeong=3.306 m²)

This school was supposed to be attended by only students who came from a family who had amassed quite a bit of wealth, so it was a pretty high-end school. Moreover, it was even new. The old building was completely demolished and a new building was built on top of the old building.

Looking at the architectural style, the level of culture on this world was similar to Earth. It wasn’t far-fetched to say that this world was a version of Earth that was developed with magic instead of science.

‘By the way, where is the protagonist?’

In the previous mission, it took me almost a month to meet the protagonist. But there was nothing to rush, really. I could take this mission slowly as I dug up some information.

‘Class 7.’

When I entered the classroom, which was spacious enough for about 50 students to fit in comfortably, the students were chattering. Some looked at me and shouted, “Oh, there is a transfer student here!” But I purposely donned a cold expression on my face.

There was no need to create useless human relationships in this world and cause trouble.

So, I purposely made a persona of a silent and difficult to approach student. When someone rolls on the battlefield for more than 10 years, even if they do not have superpowers, they could subdue the opponent’s initiative with just their eyes.

A so-called ‘pretend to be cool’ operation.

This method was quite effective, so I was able to spend time alone.

First day of transfer. I became an outcast….

* * *

Fortunately, textbooks seem to be distributed free of charge. Thank God…. I had no money nor friends here. Moreover, It was a magic class, I wouldn’t be able to understand it. But with a book, I could pretend to read it and blank out.

The bell rang. I couldn’t see it from here but, just where did it ring from?

Soon, the homeroom teacher came in and briefly introduced himself and explained some rules to me.

“You’re going to be living in boarding houses for three years until you finish high school-” She said.”-This book is the dormitory manual, and be sure to follow it. Also, you know that you have to keep a diary every night, right? Make sure you don’t miss it. It’s the principal instructions.”

They also handed out a diary for students here.

Just what is the diary? The only diary I’ve ever written in my life is a log of daily battle progress. Did they want me to write a similar diary?

Besides that, the homeroom teacher gave us various explanations, but most of them were only a rough explanation because it was something everyone knew. After she was finished, the homeroom teacher turned around and tried to leave, but then, she turned her head again towards me and added.

“Oh, and there is no item 7 in the manual, so please refer to it.”

Item 7? I looked through the dormitory manual just in case, and there was really no item 7. What, why? With that thought in mind, I slowly read through the other items, and found that it was full of absurd content.

Most of them explained that they couldn’t move around after what time, or where the toilet was, but there were very few strange things.

It is strictly forbidden to enter the dormitory after 23:00. If you must enter the dormitory after 23:00, be sure to use the magic broom to enter the outer spire.

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Women’s restrooms are on the 2nd, 4th and 6th floors. If a woman in a white robe walks out from the women’s restroom on the second floor between 9:17 and 9:41 p.m., never make eye contact with her and let her pass naturally.

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Entry to the men’s restroom on the first floor is prohibited. There is no restroom on the first floor of the men’s dormitory.

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If you are walking down the hallway on the 3rd floor and a female student with a black headband walks up to you, do not answer her question. If you really have to answer her, please say, ‘I didn’t pick your flowers,’ and then quietly walk away. Maybe it won’t come after you.

‘Just what in the world is this…’

This was all nothing but urban legend. And I’ve heard of these kinds of ghost stories on Earth.

‘Neapolitan ghost story?’

I read the manual to the end. I still couldn’t find item 7 on it, but at the very end of the manual, there was an explanation.

17. 17. Lastly, item 7 does not exist in this manual. You must never follow the instructions in item 7, and if you find a manual containing item 7, please report it to the nearest teacher immediately.

That was the end.

‘Hmmm…’

Murmurs from other students entered my ears.

“Why is this manual like this?”

“Well. I’ve heard that things are a little different starting from high school…”

“I heard it from seniors who had graduated, that sometimes strange things happen here. But as long as you follow the rules, there’s no problem.”

The murmurs grew louder and louder. The homeroom teacher left as it was. I wanted to learn a little more about this manual, but I couldn’t-

Suddenly, silence descended into the classroom.

All the students looked blankly towards the teacher desk in the front of the class. It wasn’t because the teacher in charge of the first period turned out to be bad, or because she used silent magic out of the blue, or because a mysterious incident occurred.

It was simply because she was too beautiful.

She was a young woman in her late teens with black hair and blue eyes. She wasn’t wearing a school uniform but a suit inside the wizard robe that teachers usually wear.

“Nice to meet you. My name is Aracelli Rinekal, who will be in charge of magic theory class starting this year.”

Then, she glances at me and smiles.

“Please take care of me.”

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