For a long moment, the whole courtyard remained frozen. Not a single student moved. Even the birds seemed to stop singing. Everyone stared at Arthur as he slowly lowered his hand, his expression cold and hard. Nobody could believe what they had just seen. "Did he just..." a girl stammered, her voice trembling. "Did he just slap Veronica Stephen?" "Has he lost his mind?" another student exclaimed. "Veronica’s father owns Stephen Technologies. She's totally untouchable. No regular student would ever dare hit her." The murmurs quickly spread like wildfire. Anyone bold enough to slap Veronica Stephen in public either had a death wish or came from some seriously powerful background that made them not to care. Veronica slowly turned her head back to Arthur. Her beautiful face had turned completely red with embarrassment. Her eyes burned violently with rage "How dare you..." she muttered angrily under her breath. “How dare you hit me, you animal. I'll make you pay for that. Do

The first thing Arthur noticed as soon as he stepped out of Jamie's car was that no Blue-Class students were seen anywhere near the building. Arthur asked, "So, only Red-class and White-class students can live here?" Jamie gave a quick nod. “Yes, master. Blue-class students are forbidden from entering inside without an invitation.” Arthur didn't say anything. He followed Jamie through the revolving door into a lavish lobby that stretched upward like a cathedral. The interior was straight out of a seven-star luxury hotel, with crystal chandeliers up above and bellhops all over the place. Arthur couldn't stop admiring the water features in the lobby and the private elevators gliding silently behind gold-trimmed glass. Jamie led Arthur to a private elevator. He pressed his thumb against a scanner, and the doors slid open silently. "Floor 1 to 30 mostly belongs to Red-Class," Jamie said as the elevator began to rise. "The higher the floor, the greater the student’s influence."

The room fell into an awkward silence. Even the wind drifting in from the terrace seemed quieter.Director Ross softly cleared his throat, pulling himself together."Of course, Master Arthur," he said carefully. "You may choose whichever uniform you wish to wear. The Golden Student holds that privilege."He hesitated, making sure to choose his words wisely. "However, if I may offer some professional advice, Master Arthur, I would strongly recommend at least the Red-Class uniform."Arthur's expression didn't change. He let him finish.Ross neatly folded his gloved hands in front of him. The Blue-Class students don't get treated as nicely as the others. They are ignored, mocked, and often looked down upon by nearly everyone."Jamie nodded feverishly.“He’s right!” Jamie quickly added. "Blue-Class students are treated like NPCs here. Some people practically use them as servants.”Ross gave a small nod of agreement. "The Red-Class offers a comfortable middle ground for you. You would stil

The next morning, Arthur woke up to the smell of freshly cooked food. Soft sunlight streamed through the massive glass windows of the 100th floor, bathing the luxurious suite in gold. Arthur slowly opened his eyes and sat up on the enormous king-sized bed. For a brief second, he almost forgot where he was. Then he recalled what happened yesterday: The Imperial Tower, the hundredth floor, and the Golden Student. A knock came from the bedroom door. One of the butlers stepped inside respectfully. “Good morning, Master Arthur. Your breakfast is ready." Arthur nodded lazily before getting out of bed. A long table sat on the terrace overlooking the city, dressed with white linen, gleaming silverware, and fresh flowers in a crystal vase. The table was packed with food. Enough food for twenty people. Arthur sat down at the head of the table as his two butlers appeared at his sides—one pouring fresh orange juice into a crystal glass, the other arranging warm pastries on a gold-rimmed

The group of Red students quickly spread out, forming a loose circle around him until Arthur found himself surrounded. The tall boy whose name was Keith moved forward, towering over Arthur as he sat. He leaned down, placing his hands on his knees, bringing his face close to Arthur's. "Who's this pig?" he asked loudly, looking around at his companions. "Does anyone know this pig?" The other Red students laughed. The Blue students at the back stood frozen, their faces pale. The brown-haired boy who had warned Arthur looked like he was about to be sick. Arthur didn't move a muscle or even flinch. He merely glanced up at Keith, his face showing a hint of boredom. "My name is Arthur Moore," he said quietly. "I'm a transfer student. And I'm sitting here because I want to." For a split second, Keith's smirk faltered. He didn't expect the Blue Rat to talk or even look him in the eye. "You want to sit here?" Keith repeated, as if he was trying to understand a foreign language. "No way