Prologue

The Castle. This is the name given for the rumoured academy to suit its reputation. The institution is so famous yet there is no evidence backing up its existence besides its invitation. It is heard to only recruit geniuses at the top of their game with no discrimination.

No matter the age. No matter the race. No matter the background.

If you ticked the boxes, you were in. But despite their impartial selection, very few received invitations. Why? Because you not only had to be skilled in your field…

But an absolute monster.

Unless you proved that you were a one-of-a-kind talent you would never be able to step foot in there.

No ifs. No buts.

Not only that, they judged you based on your basic qualities, more specifically, your disposition. The people of the Castle were successful people, but they were also people of good morals.

Whether a student's willpower was strong enough and whether they prioritized kindness were all extremely important qualities to them.

This is why recruitment was the most challenging part, but if you got in, it was well worth it.

Because the Castle put a lot of care into nurturing their students, providing services such as advanced technology, training facilities, high-end catered food, VR rooms, and highly secured research facilities. If you needed something it would be provided immediately.

The Castle also produces the most respected figures in the world, their graduates have a lot of achievements under their belt and became the pillars of humanity.

More childish versions of this legend entail the existence of magic and mythical beasts.

This is how the world views the Castle.

Yet…

"I WANT ICE CREAM"

… A talking OP ice-cream-obsessed dog?!?

"Meep!"

… A rainbow leopard that uses her fart to fly?

"Hmph!"

… A responsible workaholic mouse rumoured to not be potty trained?

"Get it? Correction tape? Orange juice? HAHAHA!"

… A Winne the Pooh wannabe who reeks of thousands-of-year-old mould!?!