Outside ARC's main headquarters, a woman sat perched at the very peak of a glacier, bundled in a thick fur-lined coat, doing nothing in particular except listening to the cold wind move around her. Her brown hair fell to her shoulders in loose waves, and the biting freeze that would have driven anyone else indoors didn't seem to reach her at all.She was a relatively recent addition to the ARC organization, but in a remarkably short span of time she had produced a string of theories compelling enough to earn her a seat as the sixth council member, a position others had spent years chasing.She ignored the glacial cold without any visible effort, absently licking her frost-stiffened lips as her eyes stayed fixed on a photo of Leo displayed on the tablet in her hand.Layla, as the woman was called, studied the handsome boy in the image for a while longer. Then she scrolled down and began working through the latest updates.First she read the theories submitted by the various lab researc

Hello everyone, I have some breaking news today that just came in at the last minute. First, take a look at this video... unsettling, isn't it? Witnessing this kind of lawlessness and isolation within a legal society must have sent a chill down your spine. Of course, some of you are going to say, "do you actually believe this nonsense?" Listen to me. I researched this man. No one else has genuinely researched this man the way I have. And let me tell you something: the kid who founded Leo's Garden doesn't fit the profile of an ordinary pervert. Do you know how a pervert actually behaves? He avoids drawing attention. So what did this kid do? He showed up to campus in a brand new car and moved into the dormitory just like any other student. Ah, I wish I went to school with him. Imagine being his friend — by the time your four years are up, job hunting is a problem that's already been solved just because you know him. Anyway, let's get back to the point. Why would the founder of a company

When Leo reached the truck, he discovered it had a rather unusual feature.The vehicle had a standard mid-sized white box body, the kind you'd see on any ordinary glazier's truck, though the cargo section was covered with a large tarp. What made it unusual was the cab. Unlike most trucks of its type, this one had been built with a dual-cabin design, which meant two passengers could sit beside the driver in the front and another three could fit into the rear cab behind them.When Leo pulled open the rear door and climbed in, he found the front already full, so he settled into the back without comment."Hey, kid! How old are you exactly? Walking along a highway with a backpack on your back like that. Did you run away from home? You look a little foreign, actually. Oh no. Please don't tell me you somehow made it all the way to Korea just because you wanted to become some idol."Leo had already picked up a considerable amount of information about this world from just the first few sentenc

After Leo launched the new simulation, everything began unfolding more or less the way he'd hoped.The great general arrived at the charnel pit in a horse-drawn carriage accompanied by a few attendants, and on first glance his eyes landed on Leo. On the ride back to the city, the soldiers took turns holding him and playing with him, and by the time they passed through the gates the great general had gone through a visible internal debate before finally ordering his men to bring the infant to his own home.The main reason that order was given at all was that Leo had spent the entire journey doing something he hadn't done in the previous run: not using the time-skip function, staying present, and personally manipulating the general with everything a very small body had available to it.Just like the first simulation in this world, he cried every time a different soldier picked him up, and went silent the moment the great general took him back.By the time Leo found himself inside the ge

[You are 6 years old. The great general kept his word. The examiner, a rune sorcerer, has become your official instructor. Three days a week, you go to him for training. For the first several months, he taught you no magic whatsoever. He simply had you sit and study stones carved with runes and symbols. Every day, for hours at a stretch, you examined them without doing anything else. Over time, you realized you could recall any rune you had seen, perfectly and in full detail, at will. When you told your instructor this, he was visibly surprised, but said nothing beyond bringing you new runes and symbols and asking you to continue. Once you had committed every rune to memory, he began having you memorize rune combinations.][You are 7 years old. Your instructor finally gave you your first magic lesson. He told you that each rune carries a distinct meaning, and that no rune can be controlled without first internalizing that meaning. You made the impression of a careful and patient studen