PROLOGUE
Every empire begins with brilliance and blood.
Crestwood Academy breeds both.
It is not just an institution, it's a crucible. A place where prodigies collide, power is shaped, and only the sharpest minds survive. Students arrive with names that shake nations, skills that defy their age, and ambitions larger than life. But here, ambition isn't rare. It's required.
Some rise. Most fall. A few disappear without a word.
Because Crestwood doesn't care who you were before you walked through its gates. Only who you become before it throws you out.
In the vast hush of the Announcement Hall, legacy students sat in pristine rows. Their uniforms tailored to perfection, their eyes reflecting expectation, anxiety... and something more dangerous. Hunger.
A hush descende-not forced, but instinctual-as Principal Li Wei approached the podium. She moved like a drawn blade: elegant, deliberate, deadly. She was not known for her voice, but for the silence that followed it.
She was grace, forged in steel. Her onyx robe flowed like ink over parchment, detailed with gold thread that shimmered with the academy's insignia. A single jade hairpin pinned her raven hair into a guanyu chignon, a relic rumored to have survived dynasties... and destroyed them.
Every student straightened at her presence. No one dared to slouch in front of a woman whose stare could flay pride from a prince.
Her voice cut through the air-calm, unwavering, precise.
"Good morning."
A pause. She allowed silence to fill the hall like smoke, curling around every corner.
"To those returning: welcome back to the pressure you have chosen.
To those arriving: welcome to Crestwood Academy."
She paced the stage like a general surveying troops destined for slaughter.
"This institution does not care about your potential. It is here to see if your potential survives."
Her gaze flickered-sharp as the snap of a guillotine-to the first-year rows.
"Excellence here is not admired. It is assumed. And assumption at Crestwood is not kind. It is cruel."
A heartbeat of silence.
"'Shuǐ zhì qīng zé wú yú, rén zhì chá zé wú tú.' 'Too clear a water has no fish; too perfect a person has no friends.'
But this is not a river. This is Crestwood.
Here, clarity is demanded. Precision is law. Weakness is not pitied. It is discarded."
A soft ripple stirred through the audience but it carried the weight of terror.
"Expulsion is not a punishment. It is the natural order."
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