"Where's the apartment?" I couldn't help but murmur to myself. I'd managed to follow Susan's directions just fine until I reached the apartment buildings. The problem was… why weren't they organized by numbers? Every building was named after flowers, and there wasn't a clear sequence to follow.

"Sunflower Building, fourth floor, room 405." The last two parts were easy to figure out — the first one was the tricky part. "Sunflower Building…" My brain was still a bit foggy, probably from the alcohol and teleportation. I couldn't focus properly on my surroundings, but at least I hadn't ended up like during Arisa's party.

I noticed a light at the end of one of the buildings and decided to head there, hoping to find someone I could ask for directions. When I crossed over, I saw a single person standing by a vending machine, drinking a can of soda. The guy was pretty tall — almost 190 cm — and as I got closer, I could see his features more clearly: vivid blue eyes and matching blue hair, which wasn't very common.

"Excuse me… I'm new here and looking for the Sunflower Building. Do you know where it is?"

He had completely ignored me when I approached, only focusing on me once I spoke.

"Sunflower?" He scratched his head with his index finger as if trying to remember. "It's right next to where I live. Follow me."

I thanked him. Surprisingly, the guy stopped by the vending machine again, grabbed two more sodas and a bottle of water, then started walking toward the building. We walked for about five minutes, circling around an area I hadn't passed before.

We went through a moderately large park and then reached another cluster of buildings. The difference between each block was obvious at a glance. The previous ones looked normal — not too luxurious, not cheap either — just standard student apartments. But these ones… were extravagant: wider, taller, with polished finishes and clearly meant for the wealthy or high-achieving students.

"That's the Sunflower Building," the blue-haired guy said, pointing toward a building with a huge emblem of a sunflower right over the entrance. Before I could thank him, he was already leaving, dragging his feet lazily as if walking itself were too much effort.

"Thanks…" Since I didn't know his name, I couldn't say much more. "Thanks for the help — have a good rest."

He didn't turn around, just lifted his hand slightly and muttered, "You too," so quietly that I only heard it because the night was so calm.

I made a mental note to ask his name next time. We'd probably run into each other again, given our buildings were side by side.

I pulled out the card that worked as a key, the entrance door opened, and I took the stairs to the fourth floor.

Halfway up, I realized something — how did students on higher floors do this? Did they also climb stairs every day? There had to be some kind of elevator-like device. Another mental note for tomorrow.

I reached my floor and found my room. From the first impression alone, it was pretty spacious.

I didn't have the energy or curiosity to explore right now; both my body and mind were exhausted. Teleportation drained a ridiculous amount of energy, and the alcohol had only multiplied that effect. I changed into a thick set of pajamas because of the cold and lay down on the bed in front of me. Sleep took over immediately.

Why do my eyes feel so heavy? I barely managed to open them enough to glance at my watch. It was almost 6 a.m., and I was dying of thirst. I kept my eyes closed as I pulled out water bottles from my storage bracelet. After finishing three of them, I decided to go back to sleep. I couldn't remember the last time I'd slept this much voluntarily, without being sick.

When I finally woke up, I had enough energy to explore a new day. The room was larger than expected, with two built-in wardrobes, and I could see the bathroom door slightly open. I left my bags near the wardrobes before heading in for a quick, refreshing shower. The bathroom was also quite large and had everything I could possibly need.

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Freshly showered and changed, I stepped out into the living room — which was connected to the kitchen in an open layout. It was fully equipped with everything I could possibly need; there was no reason to buy anything extra. Near the entrance, I spotted a half-bath for guests and a couple of small storage spaces.

"This apartment is everything my few friends used to dream about back at my university." I was really grateful to Susan for letting me stay here. The total area must have been around 80 square meters. Near the door, I noticed two embedded stones — one labeled "temperature regulator" and another that looked like a kind of light switch.

I turned the first stone to the left — a few seconds later, the temperature dropped a little. When I turned it right, it increased again. It worked like an air conditioner. That surprised me — most houses I'd seen had a fixed temperature enchantment set during construction, calibrated perfectly to avoid feeling too hot or too cold.

I promised myself I'd investigate more about it later tonight. Leaving the apartment, I went looking for some good breakfast. There were indeed elevators — several of them lined up. Finally, I stepped outside and was greeted by sunlight that did absolutely nothing against the chilly wind. I missed my hometown so much, where the weather was warm and tropical all year round.

Walking through these areas felt luxurious — not like castles, but they reminded me of where rich people lived in my past life. I found a small food stall on a corner with a steady line of people — a restaurant that only sold various types of soups. A soup sounded perfect for this cold weather.

The moment I tasted the first spoonful, I was amazed. The flavor was homey and delicious. I added a bit of lemon for the acidic touch I liked. After finishing the first bowl, I immediately ordered another. By the end of the second, I felt full and completely recovered.

I checked my Cube — it was healing quite well. It would be impossible to have it at 100% for tomorrow's sparring with the substitute instructor, but I could afford to use mana again. The cracks appeared less frequently now, and my healing speed had improved slightly. I also had this faint feeling… that I was on the path toward evolving the ability. Healing my Cube wouldn't be enough to reach Rank IV; it was only the foundation for it. Maybe I should visit the library to do some research.

I couldn't stop being amazed by how gigantic this academy was. I'd seen student cafeterias, a small shopping district, a hospital, something like a police station, and much more. And all that was just around the residential area. There were also training zones, classroom zones, dungeon zones, and an entire area filled with massive stadiums for tournaments and internal championships.

I spent the entire day exploring every corner I could — walking non-stop for nearly eight hours until it was time for my appointment with Susan. I saw the stadium area: four smaller ones surrounding a main one. And by "smaller," I didn't mean small — the main stadium was simply enormous, capable of holding tens of thousands of people.

The dungeon area was the most interesting. There were dozens of Grade 2 and 3 dungeons available for students, though access required following specific rules. Only some students and professors had permission to enter most of them freely — and even to Grade 4 dungeons.

What would one of those look like? I almost ran straight to Susan's office to accept her offer and ask permission to enter a dungeon once I was fully healed.

The training area consisted of several massive domes, each containing smaller domes separated by levels. I saw a few students training inside — well, "saw" wasn't exactly right. I only saw when one of them came out. It was impossible to know what was happening inside. I even tried using my Personal World to peek, but it didn't work. That made me think again about something I'd been wondering for a long time — how could I break through certain enchantments?

If my Personal World could still be restricted so easily by runes or skills, then it wasn't as useful as it should be. Another mental note — I'd ask Susan or look it up in the library. Whenever I had free time and no particular plans, I'd dedicate it to exploring the library for answers. I still had to research the plants used in the potion left behind by the first Marquis Timal.In this place, I could definitely find solutions — its library was like a palace of wisdom.

It took me a while to find my way to the building where Susan's office was. Luckily, I ran into the same secretary who had brought me the apartment card yesterday. She looked at me with that judging expression again — the first person I'd met in this world who wore glasses. I'd thought everyone here had perfect vision.

Her neatly cut black hair matched her short stature, and her large black eyes were framed by smooth strands of silk-like hair. "Young Maki, Director Pors is expecting you. Please follow me." Her smile was very polite, like someone who had done this thousands of times before.

"Thanks…" I started, then froze mid-sentence — I had completely forgotten her name. She seemed to notice, because her smile grew slightly wider.

"Clari. My name is Clari Peles." I nodded, a little embarrassed. She turned on her heel and led me toward Susan's office.

Clari knocked on the door, and a crystal lit up green. Seeing the color, she gestured for me to enter. We said goodbye, and she spun gracefully before returning to her duties.

When I entered, I saw Susan sitting beside a young woman — around 18 or 19 years old, with red eyes, sky-blue hair, fair skin, and delicate, princess-like features. Susan had a grin from ear to ear after seeing my reaction. But they weren't the only ones in the room. I decided to ignore the third person, who didn't seem to have any bad intentions.

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