Reincarnated into Another World With Chat GTP-Chapter 21: Let the Games Begin

Chapter 21: Let the Games Begin

The sky was annoyingly perfect.

Not a cloud in sight. Warm breeze. Birds chirping like they weren't perched above a literal battlefield of student hopes and dreams.

I adjusted my collar and stared up at the gates of Altheria Academy.

Huge. Intimidating. Enchanted with a triple-layered security field that hummed with mana like it was alive.

And in front of it?

Thousands of applicants.

Armored knights. Robe-wearing prodigies. Noble kids wearing clothes more expensive than my entire franchise.

All of them whispering, glancing around, sizing each other up.

It was like the pre-fight lobby of a battle royale game.

Huh... Battle Royale Game? Maybe that could make some money....

Beside me, Noel stood quiet. Calm. Unbothered.

She wore a new outfit—nothing flashy, just clean, fitted black and silver. Her hair tied back, sword on her hip, gaze like a blade.

She looked... cool.

Too cool.

"...You look good," I said.

She glanced over. "You too."

As we stepped forward through the crowd, I started hearing it.

"That's him, right? The burger guy?"

"No, the author. Sam something."

"Wait—both?!"

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I kept walking.

Let 'em talk.

Then—

A hush fell over the crowd.

I looked up.

Royal carriage. Guard detail. Standard dramatic arrival procedure.

And stepping out of the elegant silver coach was...

Serenia von Ardelia.

The princess.

In person.

Her golden hair tied into a formal braid, academy uniform modified with royal insignia, expression cool and unreadable.

She walked past like gravity bent around her.

And for a moment—just a second—our eyes met.

She gave the faintest smile.

Then walked on.

"...Did she just look at you?" Noel asked.

"Probably."

"She never smiles."

"Guess she likes the book."

Noel squinted. "Or she likes you."

"Do I sense jealousy?"

"No."

She was absolutely lying.

GTP. Scan the area. How cracked are these kids?"

[Analyzing... 78% of applicants are normal. 19% are dangerous. 3% are monsters.]

"...Am I one of the monsters?"

[You are currently disguised as a commoner with no known noble lineage. Estimated perceived threat: low.]

Perfect.

Time to flip the table.

* * *

The inside of Altheria Academy was... massive.

White-stone towers laced with magic runes. Floating walkways. Elemental gardens that shifted depending on your mood.

Every step we took inside the main courtyard felt like we were walking through a legend.

Noel walked beside me, eyes scanning the students pouring in through the open gates.

Proctors in black robes were already setting up checkpoints and magic ID scans.

It was clean. Precise. Organized.

Then—

"Yo."

A voice cut through the crowd. Loud. Casual. Confident.

I turned.

And saw him.

Tall. Golden hair slicked back. Tan skin. Piercings in one eyebrow and one ear. Cloak casually thrown over his shoulder like he owned the place.

He looked like the type who'd steal your girl, your wallet, and your lunch in one move.

And he was staring directly at Noel.

"Didn't think the Academy allowed angels," he said, smiling like he was the main character. "But here you are."

Noel stared at him.

Her expression didn't change.

But I saw the faint twitch in her brow.

"...Not interested," she said flatly.

"Oof. Cold." He chuckled, eyes flicking toward me. "What about you, string bean? You her handler or something?"

Ah.

So it was like that.

I kept a straight face. "Handler? Nah."

"Then back off." He flashed a grin. "I like strong girls. She seems fun."

I turned to Noel.

Her fingers were twitching near her sword.

She was about one word away from erasing this guy from existence.

GTP. Activate motor sync. Minimal force. Showoff level only.

[Confirmed.]

I stepped forward.

And in a blink—

Slapped his shoulder.

Not hard.

Just enough to spin him a quarter step sideways.

He stumbled. Regained his footing.

"What the hell—?"

"You're in the way," I said.

Flat. Calm.

He looked stunned for half a second.

Then laughed, like he couldn't believe it.

"I'll remember you," he said, turning away. "Hope you're in my group for the exam. I'd love to play."

I didn't answer.

Noel leaned close, voice low. "I was gonna break his jaw."

"I know. That's why I stepped in."

"You're too nice."

"Or maybe," I smirked, "I wanted to be the one who hit him first."

* * *

The Grand Hall of Altheria Academy was a masterpiece of architecture—arched ceilings laced with mana circuits, floating banners of house emblems, and marble floors polished to a mirror-like shine.

And right now, it was filled with the quiet shuffle of thousands of hopeful applicants making their way inside.

From the second-floor balcony, a line of professors stood observing the crowd below.

Among them was Professor Meril Dathen, one of the youngest instructors in the academy's history.

Vivid pink hair tied into a high side ponytail. Stylish glasses. A stack of enchanted evaluation scrolls in her arms.

She leaned slightly on the railing, peering down at the sea of examinees with narrowed eyes.

"...This year's batch looks strong," she murmured.

Beside her, an older professor chuckled. "We say that every year."

"No. This time it's different." She pointed with her quill. "Look—over there. That's the third prince of Istrelia. And next to him? The beastkin twins from the North Borderline. We rejected their father fifteen years ago."

The older man whistled low. "Even some of the high dragonblood candidates showed up. Hah... what is this, the start of a war?"

Meril scanned the crowd again, eyes sharp.

Then she paused.

"...Oh."

Her gaze stopped on a young man walking near the middle of the hall.

Black hair. Red eyes. Tall, lean. Hands in his pockets like he wasn't nervous at all.And just... painfully good-looking.

She blinked.

"Wow," she muttered under her breath. "He's my type."

"Who?" the older professor asked.

She subtly tilted her head toward him.

"That one. With the white-haired—no—gray-eyed girl next to him."

He followed her line of sight. "Huh. Don't recognize him. Doesn't look noble."

"Exactly."

She sighed. "Shame. He's probably not gonna make it."

Then her eyes flicked again—This time, to the figure entering just behind him.

Golden hair. Royal cloak. That elegant posture.

Even without the crest, they knew her.

"...Is that...?"

"Princess Serenia," the other professor confirmed. "First royal to take the exam in thirty years."

Meril adjusted her glasses, interest piqued.

"Well, well. This year is going to be fun."