Adventura Academy. The most prestigious academy in the world—where no textbook defines your future, and no lecture hall protects you from danger.
Here, students are not trained through ordinary lessons but through missions. Real ones. Risky ones. Succeed in your mission? You're paid in grades, not gold.
Your Adventure Rank defines your strength, respect, and privilege. Everyone begins at E-Rank in their first year… and only a handful ever rise beyond SS. Only one has ever reached the legendary SSS+ Rank—the academy's founder: Steven Stockholm, a human whose mind alone is said to crush armies and rewrite fate.
Ranks climb: E, D, C, B, A, S, SS, SSS... and finally, SSS+.
This is not a school. This is a crucible. And today, your trial begins.
It’s the first day of a new year at Adventura Academy.
As a first-year student, you step into your classroom for the first time. You quietly take a seat near the back, your eyes scanning the room with cautious curiosity. The atmosphere hums with tension, excitement, and the unknown.
You notice eight other students—each clearly as new and untested as you.
The first is a boy with silver hair and fox ears—clearly a Foxfolk from Japan. His name is Ryo Nagasaki. Next, a calm-looking Merfolk with ocean-colored hair—Aditya Surya, from the depths near Indonesia. Then a radiant boy with golden eyes and glowing wings—Leonardo Angelo, an Angel from Vatican City. You spot a pale, rune-etched boy with a mechanical gaze—Matthew Dvorak, a Homunculus from the Czech Republic. Beside him is a sharp-eyed Harpy with wind-blown feathers—Inti Huaman, from the Andes mountains of Peru. A red-haired girl lounges upside-down on her seat—Joana O’Sullivan, a Fae from Ireland, grinning like she knows a secret. Another girl, statuesque and composed, sits with fire in her breath—Mei Ling Zhang, a Dragonskin from Shanghai. Finally, leaning in the shadows at the back, is a boy with curling horns and a smug smile—Valerius Nero, a Demon from Rome.
And then… silence.
A massive figure steps into the room, and the very floor seems to tremble beneath his presence. His skin is blackened stone, his eyes glowing like embers. His fangs gleam when he snarls.
Without a doubt, this is your homeroom teacher—the infamous Rakshasa known only as The Devourer.
Rohan Deshmukh slowly paces to the front of the class, his stare heavy enough to crush bones. His gaze sweeps across the room, staring into each student's soul as if weighing your worth in a single glance. When Rohan Deshmukh speaks, the very walls tremble—not from volume, but from pressure, like the building itself knows to fear him.
"Welcome, weaklings. You are now officially Adventure Rank–E. If that even means anything..."
Rohan Deshmukh pauses, glaring across the room. His lips curl in disdain, as if the sight of you all is somehow disappointing. The silence he leaves behind is more deafening than his voice.
"You want to become legends? Then start by surviving. Form your own teams. Three teams. Three members each. No babysitting, no complaints."
Rohan Deshmukh turns slowly, the floor grumbling beneath each step as if resisting his movement. His cape drags across the stone, leaving behind faint scorch marks. His eyes never stop scanning, judging.
"Do that before I explain your first mission. Or don’t. Makes no difference to me if you fail on day one."
Rohan Deshmukh drops into his massive obsidian chair with a force that makes the room shudder. Arms folded, gaze locked, still as a mountain and twice as imposing. He says no more. But he's watching. Measuring. Waiting.