"I Was Reincarnated as a Talker, But My Words Can Rewrite Reality"

Class 1-D

The soft chime of the dismissal bell rang, and Class 1-D stirred to life.

Celeste sat silently at the far back, her presence like a winter storm — quiet but unnerving. Students glanced her way, cautious. Her golden hair shimmered under the light, her uniform neatly pressed, her expression cold and unreadable.

Beside her, Noah sat with his chin resting on his palm, eyes focused outside the window. The light touched his red eyes faintly, glowing with quiet thought.

Celeste narrowed her eyes.

He didn't even glance at me?

Hmph… You dare ignore me? Tch. You'll regret that, Noah Calden. I'll make sure of it.

She crossed one leg over the other, a smug grin brushing her lips as she leaned back in her seat.

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As the class emptied, two boys approached Noah with casual strides.

One, wearing glasses, gave him a light nudge. "Yo, Noah. Wanna hang out for a bit?"

Noah blinked and looked up. "Uh… and you are?"

The taller one chuckled. "What? Already forgot us? We're your new buddies, man."

"I'm Liebert," the taller one said, flashing a grin.

"And I'm Adams," the glasses-wearing boy added with a confident smirk.

Noah gave a soft smile. "Nice to meet you both. Of course, I'd like to hang out."

Liebert clapped him on the back. "That's what I like to hear! Let's roll."

They all headed toward the classroom door, the trio slipping into light-hearted chatter. But Noah didn't notice the sideways glances or the subtle sneers the boys exchanged behind his back.

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Meanwhile, across the room, Nyre sat with her arms folded over her desk, watching everything unfold with curious eyes.

"So Celeste is really in Class D, huh?" she muttered under her breath.

She tapped her chin thoughtfully.

"Velmont Institute must've seriously changed its enrollment rules... Still, this is big. The other classes are gonna flip when they hear about this. Celeste? The Celeste Virellian? In our class?"

Nyre smirked.

"We're gonna be famous…"

Her eyes gleamed mischievously.

"But the one who truly becomes a legend… will be whoever gets to date Celeste. I wonder… does she have a boyfriend already? If she does, that guy is beyond lucky."

She stood up, stretching as her smile widened.

"Time to go tease Class 1-B and 1-A. They'll die when they find out the 'Queen' is sitting in Class D."

Her laughter echoed softly as she walked out, eager to spread the word.

At the Academy Courtyard

The sun hovered just above the shimmering dome that covered Velmont Institute, its golden rays filtered by magical glass that bathed the courtyard in a warm, unreal glow. Students lounged beneath the engineered silverleaf trees, sipping imported teas and laughing—too loudly, too perfectly. The academy was a paradise of illusions.

But not for Noah.

He walked calmly with Liebert and Adams through the tiled paths, his hands in his pockets, eyes occasionally drifting toward the sky. The wind teased his hair as holographic petals from a digital sakura tree danced around them.

"Hey, hey, Noah," Liebert said, nudging him in the ribs and pointing toward a group of passing girls. "Check that out. Rank-B students, definitely nobility. You like blondes or brunettes?"

Noah barely glanced. "I'm not looking."

"Pfft, cold," Adams muttered, adjusting his glasses. "You're too serious."

They walked a little further when a crowd caught their attention near the east fountain. A small group had gathered, their faces twisted in amusement, and laughter filled the air. At the center of it, a boy knelt on the ground, fists clenched. His hair covered his face.

"Another one down," a girl whispered. "That's the third guy this week to get rejected by Celeste."

A taller student smirked. "You'd think by now they'd realize she doesn't do peasants."

Noah's eyes narrowed. He saw the boy's trembling form and quietly walked toward him. He stretched his hand out gently. "Need help?"

The boy snapped his head up, eyes red with frustration. "Do I look like I need your pity?"

He slapped Noah's hand aside and stood shakily, brushing past him without a word.

Noah stood still, his hand lingering mid-air, before slowly lowering it.

Adams sighed. "You shouldn't bother. People don't want kindness when their pride's broken. They want revenge."

"Yeah," Liebert added, grinning. "Still, it's hilarious. That guy's family is loaded, and he got iced. What chance do normal guys like us have?"

Noah didn't reply. He just stared at the ground as wind rustled his uniform lightly.

That's when Liebert suddenly lit up.

"Hey," he said, eyes gleaming. "Let's have some fun."

Adams adjusted his glasses, already catching on. "Oh?"

Liebert leaned closer to Noah. "Noah… why don't you confess to her?"

Noah blinked. "What?"

"You heard me!" Liebert grinned wide. "Go confess to Celeste. Who knows, maybe you'll break the streak."

Adams added with a smirk, "Yeah. Be our hero, Romeo."

Their voices were laced with mockery. It was masked behind fake excitement, but Noah felt it. That tension under their words. The heat behind their laughter.

The betrayal.

He looked at them slowly. Their faces were smiling. But their eyes were cold.

One of them pulled out a phone. "We'll record it. For fun."

Noah looked away.

So this was it.

They never cared.

He whispered under his breath, "I see."

"What was that?" Adams asked.

"Nothing," Noah said and turned around.

As he walked away, their voices faded behind him. But their laughter—it cut deeper than any blade.

"Let's see how far the peasant dog can climb," someone whispered.

Noah's shoes tapped lightly on the stone pavement. The air felt colder now. Even the digital sky had dimmed slightly.

Friends, huh?

He stopped by a dry fountain. It used to be a memorial. Now, it was just cracked stone, abandoned flowers, and dust. He sat at the edge, staring at his reflection in the faint pool of water that remained.

"I really thought they saw me. Not my rank, not my lack of money. Just me…"

"But I guess even that was too much."

He clenched his fist. Far off, a drone hovered silently, watching a student pin another to the wall in an argument. No interference.

A girl nearby laughed at a group of boys—smiling. But Noah had seen her cry behind the dorms last week.

"This place... this institute… it's all a mask."

"Everything has a price."

"Even pain."

And then he saw her—Celeste.

She stood by the royal garden gate. Surrounded by her "friends." She looked radiant. Her golden hair shimmered, her violet eyes cold like crystal. The queen of Velmont.

Liebert and Adams hid nearby in the bushes, phones ready.

"This is what they wanted," Noah muttered.

He stood tall.

Walked straight toward her.

The students turned, whispering.

Celeste's friends narrowed their eyes.

Celeste raised her head. "You again?" she muttered under her breath.

Noah didn't flinch.

He bowed respectfully and raised his voice:

"Celeste Virellian… will you be my girlfriend?"

Time. Stopped.

The courtyard went silent.

Even the wind froze.

And then—laughter erupted. Her friends snickered. Students gasped.

Adams whispered, "It's over."

Liebert whispered, "This is going viral."

But then…

Celeste's eyes widened just slightly. She looked at Noah… and then something strange flickered in her expression.

A grin.

She stepped forward.

Took his hand.

"Of course. I accept."

Silence.

Shocked faces. Frozen gasps. Even Noah looked stunned.

Adams nearly dropped his phone.

Liebert's eyes nearly popped out. "H-Huh?"

Celeste clung to Noah's arm like royalty claiming her knight.

"From today, I am your girlfriend."

Her friends were too stunned to speak.

Noah blinked. "Wait—what?"

Adams and Liebert rushed forward, faking smiles. "W-Wow! Congrats, bro! You pulled it off!"

Noah chuckled softly. "Thanks, I guess… maybe I was lucky."

Celeste leaned close, smiling sweetly, venom hidden in her eyes.

"Let's go, honey."

The word hit like a bomb.

Everyone gasped.

Adams nearly choked. "Honey!?"

Noah scratched his head. "Uh… right. Nickname… okay…"

She leaned in, voice soft. "Give me one then."

Noah tilted his head. "A nickname?"

He thought.

"Alright. How about… Blondzilla?"

The entire courtyard stopped breathing.

Even the wind seemed confused.

"B-Blond…zilla?" a girl stuttered.

Noah nodded. "Yeah. I liked the movie Godzilla as a kid. So I thought… you kinda reminded me of that. Big presence, you know?"

Adams and Liebert broke into barely contained laughter behind him.

Celeste's face darkened.

"He called me… Godzilla?"

"This peasant!"

And yet—she smiled.

"I love it," she said sweetly. "Let's go eat, honey."

Noah blinked. "Really?"

"Really."

They walked away.

Adams and Liebert followed awkwardly behind.

But in Celeste's mind, something burned.

"You'll regret this, Noah Calden."

"You're mine now. Not out of love. But punishment."

"You insulted me… you called me Godzilla… and worse…"

"You actually believed I cared."

"You're so dense it's almost impressive."

"But that makes it easier to break you."

She looked at him with a sweet smile.

"Because when I'm done…"

"You won't even realize who ruined you."

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