Reincarnated as the Only Male in an All-Girls Magic Academy!

Ren stood frozen, his face calm but his thoughts sprinting like wild horses.

Something about what he saw in the Loom just didn't sit right. It wasn't the majestic beauty—no, that was expected.

Nor was it the mind-bending complexity of the threads—he'd actually found that part deliciously fascinating. It was something deeper.

The Loom wasn't supposed to burst with a kaleidoscope of every conceivable color.

Based on the information he had gathered just now—limited though it was—students usually saw only one or at most two colored threads representing their affinities.

One student sees blue? Water. Another sees red? Fire. But Ren? He saw a festival!

It was like the universe had dumped an entire magical rainbow onto his retina.

And that could be a problem.

But instead of jumping to conclusions or blurting anything out, Ren did what any good scientist—or more importantly, any intelligent survivor—would do: he kept quiet.

There was no benefit in rushing. No upside in shouting, "Hey, everyone! I think I'm way too special and might accidentally rewrite the rules of this world by existing!"

If there was one trait he had spent his past life building like a fortress, it was restraint. Ren was not impulsive.