On the square of Azure Spirit Academy, the atmosphere buzzed with new student enrollment. Seniors introduced the campus to juniors, while older students stationed themselves to help lost juniors gain favor.

But then, nearly everyone’s attention snapped to a white, graceful figure slowly walking along the path beside the square. The noisy chatter faded as seniors and freshmen alike were stunned by her charm.

The girl had delicate features, her black hair flowing like silk satin in the breeze. Dressed in a white robe that highlighted her elegant aura, she strolled beneath dappled sunlight—like a fairy stepped straight from a painting.

“Wow! Who is she? So gorgeous!” A junior by the path shrieked as the figure passed. Her eyes sparkling with stars, she tugged the dazed senior beside her. “Senior! Senior! Who is she?”

“Huh?! That’s our academy’s goddess!” The senior jolted awake at her shout, his gaze burning with fervor toward the receding figure.

“Senior, tell us more!” The junior pleaded with expectant eyes, frustrated by his half-answer.

“Yeah! Yeah! Details, Senior!” A male junior nearby jumped in, overhearing their talk of the fairy-like girl.

“Exactly! Tell us, Senior!” Others crowded closer. The path’s noise swelled, all focused on the white silhouette.

The senior surveyed the naive juniors gathering around him. A mysterious pride swelled in his chest. He cleared his throat pompously, fist to his mouth. “Ahem! Listen well. She’s your senior, Shangguan Luoxue—one of the academy’s four most beautiful girls. They call her the Falling Goddess.”

“And you all know our strength rankings, right?” he added to the crowd.

“We know! We know!” A junior beside him shouted, hand raised. “Like other academies: S, A, B, C, D ranks!”

“Exactly.” He took a deep breath, voice reverent. “Her current strength? A Rank.”

“WOW!!!!” The students exploded. Freshmen stared at the distant white figure with gazes full of admiration, infatuation, and worship.

Just then, a shy male student spoke up. “Senior… does this senior sister have a boyfriend?”

Silence crashed down. Boys perked up their ears; girls waited breathlessly.

The senior glared at him. “Kid, you’ve got guts! Don’t you know the goddess is sacred and inviolable? You’re in big trouble!”

Seeing the senior’s “you’re doomed” expression, the student’s stomach dropped.

Two hands clamped onto his shoulders. He turned to see two students in black uniforms—white masks covering their faces, each bearing the character “Snow” at the center.

“Hey! Who are you?” he stammered in terror.

“This classmate, come with us,” they said, dragging him from the crowd.

“Ahhh! Someone save me!” he screamed.

“Hmph! That’s the fate of fantasizing about the goddess!” the senior sneered. (This idiot—keep those thoughts to yourself. Hope you survive. Amen.)

“Remember this,” he announced to the shell-shocked students. “In this academy, the goddess is inviolable. Those two? The Falling Goddess’s Personal Guard. Don’t even dream of wild ideas—got it?”

“YES!!!!” the crowd chorused.

“Hey! The goddess stopped!” a student at the edge yelled suddenly.

“Really? But why’s she standing behind that boy?”