Mythological origin

Do not!
The pain was too real, the transformation was engraved deep in the soul, it could never be a dream!
But everything in front of me, this simple dormitory, this anxious strange girl, the urging of the "first lesson of the new semester"... is so real and vivid.

She pinched her arm hard and felt a clear sense of pain.

The mission world of the main temple is full of strange and bizarre things, and all kinds of illusions and traps emerge one after another.

Feis knew that there were many props in the main temple that could help him determine whether he was in an illusion, but he couldn't take out these things now...

Could it be that the neutron star illusion was just a prelude, and this seemingly ordinary "campus" world before our eyes is a deeper and more hidden cage?
The thought sent a chill down her spine.

Dreams can't be so real.

She quickly denied the dream speculation.

The humidity of the air, the temperature of the sun, the cold touch of the iron bed, the faint smell of soap on the girl's body, the pain of pinching the arm...all the sensory feedback is extremely clear, coherent and logical.

This is definitely not the vague, jumping, and illogical feeling of a dream.

This is a "real" space with complete physical laws and operating logic.

Judging from the simple student dormitory, the uniform she wears, and the key information of "the first lesson of the new semester", her identity seems to be set as a freshman in this unknown school.

Faith forced herself to calm down and quickly analyzed the situation.

Although she was not sure what had happened, she had after all traveled through many mission worlds with the main temple. It was common for her to quickly adapt to the new copy role, and Faith quickly got into the state.

The initial shock and confusion receded like the tide, replaced by the almost instinctive vigilance and adaptability of veteran reincarnationists when facing an unknown environment.

Whether this is Bai Mo's new trick or some strange time and space transfer, the first priority is to survive and figure out the situation.

Playing the role of "newborn" well is currently the safest and most effective strategy.

……

Faith swiftly rolled down from the hard bed and placed her feet on the cold, rough concrete floor.

She quickly glanced around the room and saw that there was no towel, so she could only use her hands to collect water and wiped her face and neck roughly.

The whole process takes less than a minute and is extremely efficient.

Just as she stepped out of the dormitory door and was about to follow her roommate to the so-called "classroom", she instinctively tried to run with all her strength.

Originally, Faith just wanted to test the basic qualities of this new body.

However, with just a slight tightening of the calf muscles, the body shot out like an arrow!

The crude dormitory buildings on both sides rapidly stretched and blurred in the field of vision, and a sharp sound of breaking through the air rang in my ears.

A strong airflow hits me in the face.

At this speed...it flies almost twenty meters in one second!

It's not the speed of a normal human being at all.

Feis' heart was shocked, and he came to the conclusion instantly: In this world, there exists a power system that transcends common sense!
She immediately adjusted her center of gravity, controlled the out-of-control momentum, slowed down sharply, and stopped steadily at the end of the corridor.

After stopping steadily, Faith felt his heart beating strongly in his chest, not because of fatigue, but because of excitement and alertness.

This force...is it the "rule" of this world?
After steadying himself, Faith noticed his surroundings.

This is a long corridor with countless identical dormitory doors on both sides, which looks a little like a honeycomb.

The corridor was unusually "lively" at this moment. Figures wearing the same navy blue uniforms kept rushing out from various doors, then turned into blurred afterimages and rushed towards the stairs at the end of the corridor at an extremely alarming speed.

Some figures were running fast on the ground like cheetahs, causing the sound of whistling wind.

Some of them were like monkeys, bouncing between the wall and the ceiling several times, so fast that they left afterimages. Faith even saw a petite girl, who created a circle of weak air ripples under her feet with every step she took, pushing her forward like a cannonball.

Although these figures were fast, their movements were smooth and well-trained. It was obvious that they were accustomed to this speed.

The entire corridor was filled with low sonic booms, the sound of clothes rustling in the wind, and the occasional low urging voice. It was a busy and bizarre scene.

A school for extraordinary people?

Faith controlled his speed and blended into the running crowd while observing calmly.

Although her outburst just now was amazing, when she integrated into the group, she found that her speed was only above average.

There were a few figures in front, moving as fast as ghosts. Each step they took covered a distance of more than ten meters, leaving the others far behind.

Faith couldn't help but ask: Are all the "newborns" in this world at least at the second level?
Even though she was a rank four expert in the main temple, there were at least several thousand rank two experts or above in this school alone?

Extraordinary people are too worthless.

Could it be that I have come to a high-magic world?

……

There was a brand new piece of printed paper pasted on the door of Faith's class, with names of people and their corresponding seat numbers densely arranged on it.

"Face?! Your seat is here!"

While she was still looking for her name on the seating chart outside the door, a voice that sounded familiar yet strange spoke.

The voice was clear and pleasant, and there was a familiar sense of greeting in the tone.

Faith was sure that she had never heard the timbre of this voice before, but the tone of voice, the way the ending sound was handled, and even the slight implicit and subtle sense of impatience gave her a strong sense of déjà vu.

The two completely opposite feelings of familiarity and strangeness intertwined together, causing Faith's heart to skip a beat.

Faith looked towards the source of the voice and saw a strange girl with golden hair.

She searched her memory quickly, but could not find any traces that matched this face, whether it was her teammates in the main temple or important figures in the past mission world.

Completely unfamiliar.

As far as she could remember, she had never seen this person before.

But why does her voice sound mysteriously familiar?
The moment the blonde girl called her, Faith's eyes instinctively swept across the classroom.

The classroom is spacious and furnished with dozens of metal desks and chairs.

The seats were almost all full of people, all wearing navy blue uniforms.

However, wherever you look, you can see beautiful young girls.

Some of them were talking in low voices, some were sorting books, and some were looking curiously at Faith who was late at the door.

Faith's eyes scanned quickly like a radar, and finally locked onto a figure in the corner of the second to last row of the classroom - a figure wearing the same uniform, but with a clearly different temperament.

The man had neat short hair and lowered his head, so his face couldn't be seen clearly, but the lines of his shoulders appeared slightly broad, and his sitting posture had a boyish casualness and... a hint of out-of-place stiffness.

The entire class, as if it had been carefully screened, showed an extremely strange gender imbalance.

There is a class with dozens of people, but only one boy, and the rest are all good-looking girls.

Could this be a harem world? (End of this chapter)