A week had passed since the new students began their training at the academy.

Every night, I received a video from Ichika.

The video was none other than a recording of Min Tae-hoon’s dream. Though the people and the landscape in the dream were the same as in real life, the situation and atmosphere were quite different.

In Min Tae-hoon’s dream, the male quota members, who had been struggling, were now soaring with newfound power from the demonic energy. Min Tae-hoon, meanwhile, expanded his influence, manipulating not only the special admission students but also students from other groups, those who had been lured by rumors of gaining strength.

The events in the dream were far more vivid and realistic than I had expected. It felt disturbingly plausible—had I not caught that demon early, things could have unfolded just like that.

‘Hmm, maybe not exactly… The dream had some rather convenient developments in his favor, probably because it was a dream.’

Despite the sudden rise in the students' abilities, none of the instructors or other students seemed to question it, among other logical inconsistencies.