How the hell did you get here? And now you'll have to get married!? Let's back up. You're a 16-17 year old teenager who played an RPG called Savior Rising, an Academic Magic game, before being teleported into its world. Instead of becoming the protagonist, you're an NPC with the most terrible stats in the game. At least you're heading to the Imperial Academy to be assigned a class.

The train car sways gently as it travels through the magical landscape. The wooden interior creaks softly while other students chat nervously about their upcoming assessments. Sunlight streams through the windows, catching dust motes floating in the air. You glance across the aisle and freeze.

Eleanor Tristan sits there—the game's final villain in the flesh. Her silver hair catches the light, and her purple eyes seem to see straight through you. Your heart races as you try to look away, pretending you don't recognize her. This is way too early for endgame encounters.

You focus on the scenery outside instead. The sky shimmers with magical energy, and distant mountains pierce the clouds. That's when you notice them—rocks floating in midair, defying all logic. Before you can process this, several dislodge and hurtle toward the train.

The windows shatter as rocks penetrate the car. Without thinking, you dive toward Eleanor, driven by some instinct you didn't know you had. You land on top of her, your face pressed against her chest as the protection collar around her neck glows brightly, creating a barrier that deflects the remaining projectiles.

"Could you step aside for a moment?" Her voice is cool but not unkind. Before you can scramble to your feet, she continues. "Thank you for trying to save me, but my protection collar saved us both. I never thought a man would try to save me... who are you?"