Editor : Amethyst00



“Ah, Teacher Akint! So, um—this is, you see…”

Luna stammered, flustered, as she looked at Leo.

Hearing that name, Leo, who had been frozen in place, snapped back to his senses.

‘Akint?’

He rolled his eyes slightly, thinking through the situation to get his bearings.

“It’s true I skipped class, but, well… it was for magical research! That’s why!”

A younger Luna hastily tried to explain herself.

As she spoke, Leo stroked his chin—then happened to glance toward the wide glass window beside the hallway.

In the faint reflection, he caught sight of himself—and everything clicked.

‘So that’s how it is. A possession-type world.’

There were many kinds of “Hero's Worlds.”

The one Leo had entered this time was a type where he possessed the body of a real historical figure.

In other words, his soul now resided within the body of someone named Akint.

Fortunately, Akint was a name Leo recognized.

‘Akint Lubecia. One of Luna’s magic teachers.’s

When he was Kyle, he had never met the man directly—because by the time Kyle first met Luna, Akint had already passed away.

But Luna had often mentioned him when sharing stories of her past—her benefactor, her teacher, and someone she had loved like a father.

Remembering Luna’s nostalgic smile, Leo knelt down and began helping her stack the books she had dropped.

Luna’s eyes widened at the sight.

“Where are you going?”

“Eh?”

“I asked where you’re going.”

“You’re… not scolding me?”

“It’s not like skipping class is new for you.”

“Ugh.”

At his words, Luna flinched.

Leo chuckled at her reaction, then easily lifted the pile of books that was far too heavy for her small frame.

“I’ll help.”

Luna blinked in surprise, then, realizing she wasn’t going to be scolded, started humming a cheerful tune as she walked.

‘She hasn’t changed one bit—simple as ever, whether young or grown.’

Leo couldn’t help but laugh.

Now known as the benevolent Poet of the Star, Luna—

‘Benevolent? Please. She was just a wild, eccentric brat.’

Her personality had been straightforward, often unpredictable, and full of quirks.

‘If modern elves saw what she was really like, they’d be shocked out of their minds.’s

Thinking of the saintly image of Luna depicted in books and legends, Leo shook his head with a grin.

But one thing about her had always been admirable—once she set her sights on something, she threw herself into it without hesitation.

The Star Sorcery itself had been born from that relentless desire to become a great mage.

Watching her skip lightly ahead with buoyant steps, Leo smiled wistfully.

‘I wish I could talk with her…’

But deep conversation wasn’t possible.

This Luna existed long before she ever met Kyle.

Leo knew her, but she didn’t know him.

Even though it was just within the Hero's World, the fact that they couldn’t share the same memories left a bitter taste in his chest.

Before long, Luna stopped before a small, shabby door.

“This is it, Teacher Akint. Please give me the grimoire—I’ll study here.”

At her request, Leo handed her the stack of grimoires he carried. The pile was so high it completely blocked her line of sight.

He opened the storeroom door for her.

“Thank you, Teacher Akint!”

Luna flashed a bright grin and stepped inside.

“Kyah!”

She tripped over her own feet and fell face-first.

Leo laughed softly and closed the door behind her.

He wanted to stay a little longer—but he had work to do.

‘First, I need to analyze this Hero Dungeon. Then find the three who came in with me.’

Step, step—

Leo walked down the corridor, deep in thought.

‘I definitely went through the warp gate to Godthrone, but I entered the Hero Dungeon right after, didn’t I?’

He narrowed his eyes, recalling the events leading up to this.

He thought back to what he’d learned about Hero Dungeons at Lumene.

‘A Hero Dungeon occurs when a Hero Record goes out of control.’

At first, such a dungeon only overlaps a small portion of reality—creating an “entrance.”

But if the runaway continues, the dungeon starts warping reality itself.

If cleared quickly, it’s harmless. But if left unchecked, it becomes a calamity.

‘That’s when the dungeon’s monsters spill into reality…’

Not only that—sometimes the dungeon consumes entire regions.

‘This world… it’s Luna’s world.’

Even though the name had been erased upon entering, he was sure of it.

Balharun.

That was the name of an elven city from before the Age of Calamity.

‘To be precise, it was a massive academy.’

Only chosen elves could enroll there.

Graduating from Balharun meant being acknowledged as a High Elf.

Much like modern Seiren, Balharun trained candidates—future leaders.

‘The Elf King.’

In ancient times, the Elf King wasn’t chosen by bloodline, but by merit among the High Elves.

That position vanished during the Age of Calamity.

And with it, Balharun faded into history.

‘Luna must’ve been about fifteen around this time.’

This was the era before the Calamity—when Luna’s great achievements were said to have begun.

‘But what exactly did she accomplish at this age?’

Even Leo didn’t know for certain.

As a magical prodigy, Luna’s very existence could be called a miracle.

‘She always bragged about how amazing she’d been as a student.’

Leo chuckled, recalling her proud tales of her school days—each one more impressive than the last.

‘Anyway, I need to regroup with Lunia, Elena, and Hardin first.’

Just as he had possessed Akint’s body, the other three likely possessed different people as well.

‘Which means it’ll be tough to find them, since their appearances have changed.’

“Teacher Akint! What are you doing here?”

“Hm?”

Hearing someone rushing toward him, Leo turned his head.

A young male elf in his early twenties stood there, looking flustered.

“Who are you?”

“This is no time for jokes! You’re late for class! The students are protesting—it’s chaos!”

Leo scratched his head.

‘Right… I’m supposed to be a teacher.’

He’d been so preoccupied with thoughts about the Hero Dungeon that he’d forgotten.

‘If I want to properly clear this Hero's World, I need to fulfill my role, too.’

In a possession-type Hero's World, one had to become the character completely.

Failing to do so could break the world—and the conquest would fail.

‘This one’s more complicated than the others I’ve experienced.’

Sighing, Leo followed the young elf to the classroom.

It turned out to be a massive training ground.

Dozens of elves stood in neat formation.

“My apologies for being late,” Leo said.

A young elf who seemed to be the class representative frowned.

“Being late is not something you can excuse so easily, Teacher Akint!”

The others nodded in agreement.

“We are all candidates for Elf King! We carry the pride of our families and our race! How can we trust and respect a teacher who neglects his duties?”

Leo raised a brow.

“So what do you want?”

“We demand that you be replaced!”

“Replaced!”

The students shouted in unison.

Leo looked at them, expressionless.

‘They want to replace a teacher because he’s a bit late? Seriously?’

According to Luna, Akint had been an exceptional instructor.

“You—what’s your name?”

“…What a strange question. Hilkian Vesron.”

‘Hilkian? That bastard?’

Leo’s gaze turned cold.

He hadn’t met him personally—but Kyle knew the name.

Hilkian Vesron, the infamous elf of the Age of Calamity.

‘Hilkian Vesron, the Kin-Slayer.’

The Vesron family had once been a prestigious elven house—producing countless Elf Kings and wielding immense influence before the Calamity.

‘But the Vesrons became the elves’ greatest curse.’

Balharun hadn’t vanished from history simply because it grew old— it was because surviving elves hated it.

‘During Tartaros’s first invasion, they squandered the elves’ might… and later surrendered Balharun itself to Tartaros.’

The High Elves, who prided themselves as paragons of their race, were the first to betray it—turning their blades on their own kin.

‘Not all High Elves betrayed their kind, of course.’

There were noble exceptions, like the proud Fairy Knights who fought to the end.

But the betrayal of the High Elves—the supposed guardians of their people—left a scar that never healed.

From then on, “High Elf” became a slur.

The title of Elf King became a joke.

And both Balharun and the Elf King faded into obscurity.

And now, the ringleader of that betrayal stood right before him— arrogant, drunk on pride, trying to manipulate even a teacher.

“Replacing your teacher because he’s a little late?” Leo said coolly. “I don’t buy it. What’s the real reason?”

Hilkian flinched at the chill in his tone, but quickly lifted his chin defiantly.

“It’s because you, Teacher Akint, are unfit to represent the proud faculty of Balharun.”

“And why is that?”

“Because you favor the disgrace of our race—‘Luna Luminance.’”

Leo’s eyes sharpened with killing intent.

To the one who had saved the world, Luna was no disgrace— and hearing such words from this elf made his blood boil.

‘To hell with the Hero Dungeon—I’ll tear him apart right now…’

Just as Leo’s teeth ground together—

“Watch your mouth when you speak of her.”

A deadly voice cut through the air.

Everyone turned to look at the young elf who had spoken.

Though small and delicate in frame, his presence radiated pure, explosive fury.

“How can an elf spew such filth? Do you even know who she is!?”

Seeing that raw emotion, Leo recognized him instantly.

In this era, Luna hadn’t yet become a hero of the elves.

But someone reacting like that could only mean one thing.

‘Lunia… no. That’s Hardin, the third-year from Seiren.’

bl

At the outskirts of Balharun stood a tall tower—known as the Tower of God.

High atop it, a man gazed idly at the sky.

“How fascinating,” he murmured.

A spark of life flickered in his bored eyes.

“Souls blessed by the gods…”