After the Madness Plague nearly ends civilization—twisting fear, belief, and imagination into world-breaking power—humanity rebuilds by turning its most dangerous phenomenon into its greatest industry: Stardom. Nations now compete by raising “Stars,” individuals whose delusions can manifest as reality and whose influence can shift global politics, markets, and war.

To control this unstable power, the world establishes Stellar High, a hyper-competitive international academy where the strongest candidates from every country are trained, tested, televised, and weaponized. Every exam is an event. Every event is a spectacle. Every spectacle feeds Madness.

The story follows the rising chaos across this system:

Rival nations push their candidates into scripted alliances and lethal betrayals.

Events escalate from school trials to full geopolitical operations.

The world’s hidden architects—the Doctor, the Housemaster, and the legacy of Genesis June—maneuver from the shadows, each with a different vision for how Madness should reshape humanity.

As global attention intensifies, students’ powers spiral beyond control, turning competitions into disasters and disasters into world-altering phenomena.


Amid the tensions, Stellar High becomes a battleground of three fronts:
national pride, personal ambition, and the metastasizing force of Madness itself.

Season by season, the academy’s games evolve into open conflict—first national selections, then global rankings, then international power struggles where countries gamble their future on their chosen Stars. Alliances collapse, fanbases riot, governments interfere, and entire regions tilt toward madness as the competitions escalate.

At the heart of it all is the central mystery:
Why did the Housemaster create Stellar High in the first place—and what global catastrophe is he preparing the world to face?

The echo of the final gunshot faded into the groan of a collapsing mansion. Smoke pooled low, swallowing most of the room in a near-pitch-black haze. The darkness felt thick—like it had weight—like it was holding its breath after witnessing something it shouldn't have.


Everest stood in the shadows, little more than a silhouette carved from exhaustion and blood. Cuts lined his arms, burns streaked across his clothes, and every breath shuddered through bruised ribs. He looked like someone who had fought past the limit of what a human should survive—


All the room's shattered lights were dead.


A faint golden ray pierced through the smoke from some cracked opening in the ceiling, narrow and trembling, like the world had only enough mercy left to illuminate one thing:


He sat on his ruined center couch, legs crossed, bathed in that weak, holy glow. Everything else was swallowed by darkness—but him? He looked staged. Framed. Presented.


His long black hair, torn loose from the violence, shimmered faintly where the light touched it. His wounds, carved into him by forces that should've ended mountains, looked almost elegant under that glow. And his half-open golden eyes—already hypnotic in life—shone even brighter now, reflecting the light like twin suns trapped in shadow.


They stared directly into the darkness where Everest stood.


And in the near-total black, that gaze was unnerving on a cosmic level.


It made Everest's silhouette feel smaller.


It made the room feel like it still belonged to him.


And the smile — that easygoing, knowing smile — gleamed faintly, just enough to feel wrong.


Father and son, opposite sides of the room, opposite ends of the story.


Everest exhaled, the sound soft but cutting. When he spoke, his voice carried the fatigue of a man who had killed a legend and the menace of someone who knew he might have to do it again.


"Do not worry… Father. You and I are both on our way to the Hall of Fame."


Chapter 1 - Boom