Celestial High School – Class 1A
"Have you heard the rumor ? The daughter of the Ravenwood family has founded a extraordinary divine kingdom."
The rumor spread like wildfire through the classroom.
"They say that he contain at least a thousand of planet …"
"A thousand planets?! That's absurd!" exclaimed one student.
"The school's official record is four hundred worlds. If the rumors are true, then Ravenwood has broken the record of six hundred worlds!"
"That's pretty cool…" said another student, doubt evident in their voice.
"Are you sure it's true?"
"Of course," someone replied confidently.
"I heard the teachers were against him. Even the headmaster heard it." "What?! The teachers had a falling out?" "Why?" asked a student, incredulous.
Excitement rippled through the classroom. "And I heard the principal himself came in and accepted her!"
Astonishment swept through the class.
"I was lucky enough… to be chosen by the principal himself!"
"They say he's so powerful that even the gods of heaven bowed before him…"
Suddenly…
Bam!
The classroom door burst open.
A tall man entered. As soon as he crossed the threshold, the atmosphere became heavy, as if an invisible force were pressing down on everyone. It was the teacher, Mr. Jonathan.
"Relax," said Jonathan.
His voice was calm, but authoritative.
Suddenly, silence fell over the classroom.
However, in the darkest, most intimate corner of the room…
Someone was shivering.
"Where am I…?"
Suddenly, a sharp pain struck him, as if two thoughts had violently collided.
"My head hurts… it hurts."
After a moment, she slowly opened her eyes.
What greeted her was neither an office nor a dark wall, as in her former life, but a classroom full of students.
And in a way… he was one of them.
"…This place…"
Without warning, memories resurfaced.
He remembered being an office worker, without money, without a girlfriend, without a car, without a house, leading a normal life in this world. He only had one dog, so he worked hard, to the point of exhaustion and Maybe that's what killed him …" .
He didn't know.
One of his most vivid memories was the infinite darkness that reigned before his arrival on Earth.
"A world where anyone can become a god... where even children are born gods..."
A smile played on his lips.
"Interesting..."
"I, Kael, once a simple office worker on Earth, now have enough power to wipe this planet off the face of the Earth." A loud, forced laugh escaped him.
"Hehehe... hehehe..."
"I think I'll enjoy life."
At that moment, the man sitting in the front row spoke.
"Now that everyone is seated," said Mr. Jonathan, his voice echoing through the room, "let's begin."
With a wave of his hand, the space behind him rippled. Reality itself bent, forming a massive projection of stars, galaxies, and countless worlds being born and destroyed.
What you see behind me is a projection of a universe and i will utilize this To help you better understand what I'm about to explain to you.
But "Before the practical lessons begin i willOnce again, I will explain to you the origin of our race — the human raceAnd the stages that allowed us to reach this level.
" lets begin Before humanity became gods—before our civilization rose to dominate the multiverse—we were nothing more than mortals."
Images appeared: fragile humans struggling against nature, aging, dying.
"But over a billion years ago, an opportunity emerged."
A crack appeared in the void.
"An opportunity that changed everything."
"That opportunity allowed humanity to ascend, generation after generation, until we became one of the most powerful civilizations in the entire infinite multiverse even to become the master of this major thousand worlds
"But even so," Mr. Jonathan continued, his voice growing heavier, "this is not a reason for us to rest on our laurels."
The projection behind him shifted, revealing an endless sea of worlds—clusters upon clusters stretching beyond comprehension.
"A Major Thousand Worlds realm may seem vast to you," he said slowly, "but in this infinite multiverse whithin this world, there exist hundreds of millions of such realms."
A murmur spread through the classroom.
"That is why," he said firmly, "you—this new generation—must never forget the sacrifices made by me, and by your ancestors, to bring you to where you stand today."
The images changed again.
Battlefields drenched in divine blood.
Human gods clashing against alien civilizations.
Worlds burning.
Kingdoms collapsing.
"Every inch of territory we possess," Mr. Jonathan declared, "was paid for with blood."
"And perhaps one day," he added, his voice sharp as steel, "you too will stand on the front lines, fighting to seize more territory for the human race."
The moment those words were spoken—
Every student felt it.
Their blood boiled.
Their hearts pounded.
A fierce light ignited in their eyes, filled with pride, fury, and ambition.
Except one.
Kael.
He remained calm.
Detached and emotionless
Unlike the others, Kael felt no surge of patriotism. No sense of belonging. No inherited loyalty.
Because he was not truly from this world.
And even if he had been born here… his reaction would have been the same.
Kael had never been the type to sacrifice himself for others.
Not in his past life.
Not in this one.
To him, words like race, duty, and glory were nothing but convenient illusions—chains forged to bind the weak and send them to die with smiles on their faces.
He did not believe in collective destiny.
He did not believe in inherited loyalty.
He believed only in himself.
In this world, where gods devoured gods and kingdoms were reduced to fuel for ascension, self‑sacrifice was nothing more than a slow form of suicide.
And if i have the opportunity to betraying humanity one day for a greater strength…"
Or to save my life .
His lips curved into a faint, merciless smile.
"…then I would do it without hesitation."