Introduction of the new world

I tried to sleep.

Voices echoed in my head

Thoughts ran widely

I just watch a black scene

Memories played in my head

My own move

The next day the sun hit me in the eyes as if I had flashed myself with a flashbang.

I groaned, five more minutes.

But my body has different plans for me. I got up and started walking down the tavern stairs, silent as if last night was a dream.

It's time to go to this military school. When I went there, the tension left me; it's time to embrace myself.

I passed the market on my way to the school.Just as I got there, some punks were trying to act tough. I just bumped them out of my way to get into the administration building.

“Hey you, where are you going”

“I’m talking to you, off-brand model from the boonies, with hair so messy.”

“You're not welcome here, talentless buffoon. This is your last warning, or else.”

I ignored it as if this whole thing was pointless. It was, and calling me ugly felt refreshing, as if I already knew I had an ugly side.

The ringleader didn’t like how I ignored him, so he came at me wanting to fight, as if I care. I smirked.

"Ugh, leave me alone, you bum."

I spun to the right and tripped him and smirked. As I walked away, that was refreshing.

I entered the principal's office. Nyx was there glaring over me as if she knew what I was. Nyx leaned over.

Mason, are you there? Eyes up here, you doofus."

I snapped myself back to reality. Did she really think I was staring at her body?

I was staring at this buff commander dude with no hair, an intense stare into my soul as if he wanted to know what I was made of and I am full of surprises.

Mason!

you need to pay attention. I am giving you the rundown of what we do here and what we are.

PAY ATTENTION THIS IS IMPORTANT STUFF!. Giving me a headache, for god's sake.

I rub my hazel eyes as if they were dry

I looked back up into her hazel eyes and said, "I know about this school; it's a military school where you join a faction during your last year here. Four different factions watch you as you get tested in multiple fields." The four factions are called the Light, Silent Night, Blazing Phoenix, and the rarest faction that barely takes on new candidates, NightWardens. Those are the four factions that exist in this world.

“Very well, Mason. I am impressed, but you forgot a few things: the upper students are sectioned by class based on the year you are in; the higher the year, the better your chance of getting recruited.”

Put your hand on this mana ball it will see if you have any affinity.

Thank you, Mason. It seems you don't have any affinity at all with mana, but how good are you with a sniper?

I, uh, I don’t know.

Crap. I have to figure out a way to let her know I have a sniper already.

Well Mason, let’s see, shall we? Snipers are rare, some of the deadliest people there are in this world. Let me go arrange a campus sniper for you.

I shouted at the top of my lungs

No!

I got my own at the tavern. I ran to the tavern, grabbed my Kar98k sniper, and didn’t stop for anyone. The weight of my sniper felt light due to my training, but ouch, it still bruised me. I made it back to the academy.

I collected myself and entered a mindset where all I see is the surge of hatred. I arrived just in time for introductions as they were talking, I felt like everyone was a combatant—no friends, just enemies.

The upperclassman said something that worried some.

"Now we will see who has what it takes to be in this school. It doesn't matter if you get a letter or not. Only the best are welcome here. Now let the hunting games begin.” Most of you come from military backgrounds; this is a full out war. Why are we doing this? Do you know what real war is like?

I sensed the panic in the room.

Everyone screamed and ran into the forest. How did we get to the forest? Well, it's more of a simulation; they led us to a forest for training. It was also mentioned no one is actually going to die, or will they?. The suspense was a lot to handle.

I sprinted as fast as possible, getting to high ground where I could see all of the view of my surroundings.

This was surreal

I was just on the front lines one more time, but with a lone wolf style.

I got to the high ground. I saw the others shooting one another, and I shot someone.

The weight of the gun all of a sudden got heavy as if I was being squashed by a boulder then a flashback happened when I was on the battlefield before living this new life.

We were jumping through the window one by one.

The urge of blood and rage filled me, and as I was the last one out of the window, the rage took over me.

I called my squad and said, "Look, I will meet with you at the rendezvous point, over." Turn off my comms, as if I sold my soul to the devil, no remorse—this is war after all. It’s kill or be killed.

Blood

seeing bodies dropped just like flies

revenge—deep down I knew I was not the same.

I used my binoculars to look around the red sky as the gravel hit me nonstop. Enemy spotted. Bang! As I shot, the kickback of the M4 was strong but didn't affect me at all.

Dropped.

I was someone else. Who was I? Is this really me, or am I just being stupid and blinded by my own rage?