Chapter 4: First Impressions, Explosive Results
Silas jogged through the hallways, trailing Cynthia until they reached Class 4-D.
He watched as Cynthia timidly entered, clearly embarrassed by her lateness. The professor inside wasted no time, immediately scolding her.
The game never really explored Cynthia's character beyond the surface. Nice to see more of her in this world, Silas thought with a smirk.
He shrugged and entered the room himself, but was immediately met with the professor's glare.
"Marcus Ravenfield, you're late as well, and even later than that commoner," the professor snapped.
Marcus Ravenfield? Silas's mind raced. So that's my name here in this new world.
The professor was an older man, his face lined with wrinkles, though his eyes radiated undeniable intelligence and power. Silas wasn't familiar with the magic system, given that he'd only played the game on its easiest difficulty as a child and never bothered to dive too deeply into the leveling system.
But standing in front of someone so deeply embedded in the game's lore, he could feel the power radiating off the professor.
"I apologize for my tardiness," Silas said, bowing slightly. He wasn't too worried about severe punishment—after all, he was just an extra, right?
The professor didn't soften. Instead, he pointed to Cynthia, who had already taken her seat at the back of the room, her face flushed from the earlier reprimand.
"You," the professor barked, "come to the front."