Sigh…
"What a gloomy guy. No friends, no family, no jokes, no conversations. Just school, work, eat, and sleep. Repeat."
Damien stared at his reflection in the mirror, frowning.
"Why me? Why was I chosen to possess this guy? Of all people…"
His fist slammed against the wall in frustration.
"When I thought I was finally free from my own gloomy life… now I'm forced to live it all over again."
He leaned against the wall, eyes closed, taking a deep breath to calm himself.
"I don't even know what butterfly effect it'll cause if I change his lifestyle…" he muttered with a heavy sigh.
Glancing at his wristwatch, he tapped the screen.
6:30 AM.
"I've got time."
Damien left his dormitory, wandering through the skyscraper-filled campus, taking in the towering structures with a mix of awe and disbelief.
How can they build something this massive just for students?
He sat on a bench, watching students pass by—some chatting, others jogging or practicing spells in the courtyard.
I don't know if this guy will survive if things play out like the novel… His eyes followed a group of confident students from the Combat Branch, their mana flaring as they trained.
"I need to prepare for the upcoming events," he whispered, his tone shifting from doubt to determination.
"The novel starts with the formation of a nine-class sub-space in Auralon…" He checked his wristwatch.
"That should happen in October. Four months. I have four months to get ready."
His fingers tightened into a fist.
"Please… let nothing go wrong before then."
---
Back in his dorm, he dressed and headed for school.
"From his memories, he studies in the Insight Division of the Research Branch."
He entered the classroom, scanning the room briefly before heading to the corner seat on the last bench.
"Let's see how good these students are…"
Activating his Eye of the Observer, he scanned each student. Their stats and abilities flickered before his eyes, making him mutter quietly, "Not bad , Not bad..."
Time flew by, and before he knew it, the bell rang. He blinked in surprise.
"Woah, already?" He blinked in confusion.
"But I didn't even open my books."
As students packed their bags, he tapped the shoulder of the boy sitting in front of him.
The boy is 168cm tall, down look on his face, has no friends. Totally focused on his book.
"Excuse me… Can I borrow your notes?"
The boy turned with a polite smile.
"Yes, of course."
Heh. Of course, he wouldn't refuse. A guy of few words but always generous, the protagonist thought with a smirk.
"Thank you very… much," he added awkwardly, his social skills clearly rusty.
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Run. Run or he'll kill me.
The protagonist's feet pounded against the corridor floor as he rushed toward the laboratory.
"I don't know why this guy chose to become the assistant of that mad professor," he muttered between breaths. "The guy has the nastiest personality in the entire school."
He skidded to a stop outside the lab door, catching his breath before stepping inside.
The air was thick with the faint smell of ozone and something sharp, like burning metal. The lab itself was chaos—equipment buzzing faintly, glowing crystals pulsing with mana on countertops, and papers stacked precariously in every corner. Strange vials of liquid glowed in the dim light, casting eerie reflections on the walls.
In the center of the madness stood the professor. Thin and wiry, his hunched posture made him appear frail, but his sharp eyes burned with intensity. His unkempt, slightly frizzy hair stuck out at odd angles, and his stained lab coat looked like it hadn't been washed in weeks. A pair of goggles hung around his neck, one lens cracked.
"You weren't here yesterday," the professor growled, not looking up from the glowing crystal on his desk. His gloved hands adjusted a dial on one of the devices. "Now I'm half a day behind."
"A-Apologies, Professor. It won't happen again," the protagonist stammered, trying not to shrink under the man's piercing glare.
"It better not." The professor glanced at him briefly, his eyes narrowing.
"Don't laze around next time."
Was he spying on me? the protagonist thought, rubbing his temple.
"Well?" the professor snapped. "Don't just stand there! Help out!"
"Y-Yes, Professor." He moved quickly to the workstation, biting back a groan.
---
Finally, it's over.
Collapsing onto his bed, he stared at the ceiling.
"I need to start preparing… but damn, it'll take 100 days just to unlock what this power can do."
Sitting up, he opened his cupboard, rummaging through its contents.
"Hoodie jacket… nah. Winter gloves… meh."
He pulled out a pair of underwear and sniffed.
"I have the highest expectations for this one."
He tossed it aside and kept searching.
"Sword? No. Not even a wooden one. Boxing gloves? Nope. Nothing useful…"
He slammed the cupboard door shut.
"They really threw this guy out with nothing."
Falling back onto the bed, he glanced at his wristwatch.
"What kind of power will it awake?"
His eyes drifted to the objects he'd chosen.
"From today, you're all my babies. Grow strong. Don't fail me."
With a determined grin, he stood up.
"First… let's clean you all up."