"The first day of college," Jace muttered, taking a deep breath and inhaling the seemingly fresh scent of the new environment he found himself in.Jace has heard so much about Tristan Coleman's university, but everything he has seen is much better than anyone could describe.The prestigious institution was framed by polished glass buildings and well-manicured lawns.TC was the kind of place that shimmered with the promise of opportunity, not just because that's how the brochures made it look, but because the worst graduating student from this institution stands a better chance at getting employed in big companies than an average citizen.It's not just an academy, but a hierarchy built on wealth, the kind of wealth anyone can sense from afar. Tristan Coleman, the founder, is known as the wealthiest man in the state and the twentieth wealthiest in the world.But truly, not even the wealthiest man on earth was as rich as he is. So when a man like that builds an institution, it's pretty o

The admin lady stood up abruptly, and her chair scraped loudly across the tiled floor. The sound cut through the room’s idle chatter and drew the attention of a few students nearby. “You’re… Jace Martin, right... Your passport matches your face, but are you sure it's you?” she asked again, her eyes widening. "Yes," Jace nodded, blinking with confusion. "Is there something wrong?” “No, no, there is nothing wrong at all. But you’re not supposed to be here. You’re… you're a special category student.” She quickly moved around the table and stood directly before him, her once fierce and audacious expression softened to something more respectful. "Special category?" Adan mumbled under his breath, puzzled. The woman gave a quick glance at the other admin staff, and they all appeared equally stunned. She handed the file back to Jace and said in a much calmer voice, “You’re to be attended to directly by the college president. I’ll… I’ll escort you halfway, he’ll complete your

The next day, Jace sat at the back of the classroom, quietly observing his new classmates. Despite the chaos of the previous day, being assaulted, made a secret acting president, and discovering he now shared a room with Jack, he still showed up early, composed and unreadable.He didn’t speak, nor did he draw attention to himself. Dressed in his usual simple shirt and jeans, there was no presidential glow, no trace of the influence he now held, he looked just like any other student.Around him, gossip and news spread like wildfire, and it was one thing they all talked about.“Did you hear the president officially stepped down?” a girl with glittering earrings whispered excitedly. “He is graduating soon, so the position is open to everyone."“I wonder who’s next?” another chimed in. “It’s got to be one of the seniors. Or maybe Jane, I wonder why she hasn't taken up that role yet, considering that her father owns the school... it would be very easy to get it done."“Ugh. Obviously,” s

"Yes mum, I'm fine and no... I'm not causing any trouble in college, don't you trust me?" Jace mumbled with a smirk while speaking with his mom over the phone.He had just returned from the classroom and wanted to take a quick snack before the next class. Normally, he would have done this at the dining lounge, where all students, both scholarship and elite, go for lunch, but he didn’t want to draw any unnecessary attention, and he didn't want to meet with anyone who would offend him."Yes Mom, I'm taking care of myself, it's only been a day since I got here," Jace rolled his eyes,"Don't worry I'll be fine."With that, he ended the call and heaved a sigh of relief."Sheesh... mom," he muttered with a smile.He reached for the refrigerator and took out a can of soda. It's a good thing Jack wasn't in the room, else he'd remind Jace of how he didn't deserve those drinks as a scholarship student."Those fools acting like the world belongs to them," he mumbled, taking his seat on the edge

THE NEXT DAYThe morning sun didn’t rise gently over campus, it exploded, flooding every corner with gold as though it wanted to illuminate the sequence of events that was about to unfold. From the moment Jace stepped out of his dorm, all eyes followed him and whispered voices trailed behind, each one was laced with either pity or quiet anticipation. Even Jace himself was slightly tensed, but he tried not to show it.By the time he reached the debate hall, the crowd was already swelling, a thick sea of students, both scholarship and elite, neatly divided between the left and right side of the hall, the seating arrangement wasn't a laid out rule, but everyone subconsciously knew thier places and would rather avoid trouble.On the left, the scholarship students sat in tight clusters, their faces tight with anxiety, some even refused to make eye contact with him at all.On the right, the elite circle, relaxed in their expensive jackets with smirks carved into their expressions like they