World Overview — The Age of ResonanceThe story unfolds in an alternate version of modern Earth, where mana has become part of everyday life. Decades ago, mysterious rifts opened across the world, releasing creatures and energies from other dimensions. To survive, humanity adapted — learning to control mana, evolving beyond ordinary limits.Now, nations coexist under the supervision of the Global Hero Association, managing awakened individuals known as Heroes.Cities are rebuilt with mana technology, and schools across the globe train new generations of protectors through the World Hero School Competition — a program designed to identify humanity's strongest talents.However, beneath this peace lies a forgotten truth — the Monarch War, a conflict against godlike beings who once sought to erase humanity. Though history claims victory, whispers of the Monarchs' return are beginning to stir once again.Awakened An Awakened is a human whose body and soul have synchronized with mana, gran

The alarm buzzed before the sun had fully climbed. Han Jiwoo blinked against the light seeping through the blinds and the dull ache that still lingered in his arms.A week had passed since the resonance test, yet his body remembered the shock, the heat, the way everything had exploded and then gone silent.He sat up slowly. Outside, the street was already alive — buses grumbling at the curb, students rushing past convenience-store windows, the faint whistle of a kettle from the neighbor's apartment. Nothing looked different, but to Jiwoo it all felt slightly off-beat, as if the world's rhythm had changed without him.He rubbed his eyes, tried to shake it off. E-rank. Dual attribute. Unknown. The words had followed him all week, like a headline he couldn't escape.His phone vibrated on the desk. "Mom" flashed on the screen.He hesitated, then swiped to answer."Mom?""Jiwoo." Her voice carried warmth and concern all at once."You look pale. Are you eating properly?""I'm fine. Just… ti

Morning came hard and fast at Eclipse Academy.For most of the campus, the first day began with routine — lectures, introductions, the quiet hum of mana theory. But for the Combat Division, it began with chaos.The training field behind the east dormitory blazed under the rising sun. Dozens of first-year students stood in line, sweat glistening under the glare. Wooden swords, mana rods, and reinforced shields were scattered along the racks.The air shimmered faintly with mana from the activated rune barriers, each one buzzing like an unseen storm.A single whistle cut through the noise."Form up three lines!"The voice carried authority — deep, sharp, and impossible to ignore.The students scrambled into line. Jiwoo fell into place beside Minjae, adjusting his grip on the wooden practice sword.Across the field stood a man built like a fortress. Broad shoulders, black hair touched with silver, a faint scar crossing his jaw. His aura pressed on everyone like invisible gravity."I am In

The morning bell rang through Eclipse Academy, cutting through the lingering fog that hung over the courtyards.Students streamed between the stone paths, laughter and chatter blending with the faint hum of mana channels flowing underfoot.For the Combat Division, it was supposed to be an ordinary morning — drills, conditioning, and basic weapon forms. But today was different.A notice had been posted on every dorm board at dawn:Combined Lecture — Combat & Elemental Divisions: Mana Theory and Combat Applications.Instructor Chang Soomin & Instructor Baek Gunho.The kind of class where most first-years prayed not to embarrass themselves.Jiwoo adjusted his uniform collar as he walked beside Minjae across the courtyard. The air still smelled faintly of oil and stone dust from yesterday's drills. His body felt fine, though a dull heaviness still lingered in his chest — like he hadn't fully woken up."You sure you're good?" Minjae asked, hands tucked behind his head. "The nurse said you

Morning light spilled over the training field, cutting through the faint mist that clung to the academy grounds.The Combat Division stood in formation, rows of gray-and-silver uniforms gleaming under the rising sun. The air hummed faintly — the sound of mana channels beneath the field, alive and restless.Instructor Baek Gunho paced in front of them, hands behind his back, eyes sharp as blades."Formation drills. Three rounds," he said. "Keep your core steady — no one leaves until I say so."A whistle cut through the air.Wooden swords clashed. Students grunted, stumbled, and swung.Among them, Han Jiwoo moved with quiet precision — not the strongest, not the fastest, but unyielding.His strikes were clean, his stance unbroken. The memory of Baek's spar still lingered in his body, the rhythm of each swing carved into muscle.Baek watched from the side, arms folded. His gaze flicked to Jiwoo once — unreadable — then back to the rest."Discipline first. Power comes later," he barked. "