My name is Kang Sea.

I'm just an ordinary high school student attending Korea Special Ability High School.

...Is saying 'ordinary' a bit strange?

As the name suggests, our school specializes in educating superhumans.

One day, superhumans suddenly began to appear in the world, and the government created this school to educate students who couldn't yet handle their powers properly.

Guys who control fire.

Guys who create light.

Guys who run at incredible speeds.

Guys who make books float in mid-air.

Kids with all sorts of abilities are gathered here.

It sounds pretty cool so far, right?

That's what I thought when I first got accepted.

A superpower school! Aren't some incredibly fun things going to happen from now on?!

...Or so I thought.

But after entering, I found out.

There is one very important thing in this school.

It's the Rank.

Students are evaluated on the power, utility, and growth potential of their abilities and divided into three classes.

At the top is Class H.

It's where the top-tier ability users the school is proud of gather.

Great classrooms! Great equipment! The best training facilities!

They receive every bit of support the school has to offer.

Next is Class M.

Not as much as Class H, but they are students recognized as sufficiently excellent.

There's no shortage of classes, facilities, or support.

And finally.

The place where students whose abilities are evaluated to have the lowest value gather.

Class L.

...Yeah.

That's where I am.

Our classroom is the oldest.

We can only use the training facilities during the time left over after others are done.

The equipment is outdated.

The support is the lowest.

The school says it's not discrimination, but 'efficient support' based on ability.

Don't make me laugh!

We're students who took the same exam to get in!

Of course, the kids in our class are a bit unique.

Seo Yurin, who handles cold but is weak to heat.

Han Siwoo, who always walks around with a sly smile.

Park Taegun, who is terribly quiet but surprisingly reliable.

And...

Guest.

A guy who was judged to be Class L just like us.

At first, I thought I just needed to graduate safely.

I endured being ignored by the school.

I endured the old facilities.

I endured the lack of support.

But you know.

No matter how much patience a person has,

there are some things you should never mess with.

That day at lunch.

I realized.

The discrimination in this school was...

far more serious than I thought.

And at that time, I didn't know yet.

That one minor incident that happened that day,

and the single word Guest carelessly spoke,

would end up turning our entire Class L upside down.

No.

Maybe even the entire school.

The slightly strange revolution of our Class L began just like that.