Yesterday I was an ordinary student of the Academy. Today I have an alien symbiote instead of my spine, and a sarcastic AI in my head knows a thousand ways to level up my body. But half of them are illegal, and the other half are banned in every religion at once…
I jump like an acrobat, tear through the Gifted as if they were paper, and snap the Great Unsovlable Equations faster than I can open a beer. I see strange dreams where I’m not me, but someone ancient and powerful. Like our dean after the third cup of coffee.
The aristocrats are sharpening their teeth on my backbone. A vigilant beauty from the student council burns me with a look that could punch holes in something—like I’m either insane, or her future boyfriend…
Earlier, I wanted to survive on a scholarship. Now I’d just like to survive…