Monarch_Spirit

In a world that seems ordinary, there lies an extraordinary power that can only be accessed by those who are able to break the code within themselves. Ordinary people do not realize that since their birth, every individual carries a "code" that limits their potential, making them live as just an ordinary human. However, for those who can crack and encrypt the code within themselves, the world will open wide, and they will become "Coders."

Coder Leveling

After spending the evening with Uncle John and Aunt Clara, Stefan finally returned to his room. The lights were dimmed, and the only glow came from the holographic window projecting a night sky simulation. Hundreds of digital stars shimmered peacefully up above, unaware—or maybe just ignoring—the fact that the world below them had changed so much.

He sat on the edge of his bed in silence.

This world... felt familiar, yet completely foreign.

He really had gone back to high school—ten years before everything fell apart. Before his life was taken. Before everything changed. But now, things were different. Way different.

Coders now existed. Humans who could channel and control elemental power using code written directly into their own bodies.

Back then, his life was just... normal. No powers. No battles. No hidden systems. And definitely no reason to die.

His eyes shut tight for a second. That pain—it didn't go away.

Betrayed. Killed. And now… somehow brought back.

Except this world wasn't exactly the same.

He took a deep breath and raised both hands in front of him.

In his left hand, fire burst to life—wild, burning, alive. It was the element he'd already shown everyone. The one people expected. Nothing suspicious.

A sharp spark of blue crackled across his skin. Lightning.

Not because he was afraid of being labeled dangerous. This world had seen rare abilities before—people who could control black fire or freeze the air without touching it. The academy had records for those. They called them Rare-Types. Unusual, sure—but not unheard of.

But Stefan knew this was something else.

He wasn't just rare. The system couldn't even categorize him. No logs, no history. It was like this power… wasn't supposed to exist.

Because not everything rare is understood. And things people don't understand? They usually fear.

He didn't want that kind of attention.

He needed answers. About what this power really was. About why his body had changed. And most of all—why the system of this world had given him something no one else had.

Suddenly, his desk communicator buzzed softly. The screen lit up with a message:

"Notification: Class training scheduled tomorrow at 10:00 AM in Arena 3. Attendance is mandatory."

Stefan frowned. That was fast. Usually, sorting and grouping students took time. But this academy clearly played by a different set of rules.

And something about it felt... off.

Not the training. But something deeper. A gut feeling.

Someone from his past? Or maybe... from the future?

He stood and walked to the window, staring out at the gently flickering sky.

"This world… it's too perfect. Too neat to be the past. But way too strange to feel like home."

It's not a Dream