Chapter 3: I Got Transmigrated Into My Novel [3]
Brushing myself off, I staggered to the edge of the alley and headed in the direction of the combat zone.
This was my novel, so I had a general idea of the layout.
Squeezing myself into any space that was formed between the other applicants, I moved along the coal-tarred road.
Towering skyscrapers and smaller buildings, likely lodges for parents and applicants since Noctis Academy didn't allow anyone past the entrance unless admitted, stood on either side of me.
While a massive crystalline stadium loomed just meters ahead, with towering metal gates behind it, stretching as far as the eye could see.
I wasn't entirely sure how transmigration worked, but that didn't mean I could afford to idle around and get myself killed.
If by some unlikely chance this was truly inside my own story, then I had the chance to see it through and fix the plot that had been mangled by the editors.
At the very least, the body—Kaiser Vanguard was attractive enough to earn the nickname Alabaster, even from the bullies. Even passing examiners couldn't help but steal glances.
Stepping into the stadium that resembled a modern colosseum, my eyes ran through the entire infrastructure, from the tiered seats down to the main stage that lay at the end of the sloping stairs.
Seeing the scene before me, I couldn't help but notice how my story's details and world-building couldn't hold a candle to the majesty of only the entrance area of Noctis Academy.
"Let's find a place to sit," I muttered, settling into an empty chair six rows above the stage.