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[Author's Note]: I used free Grammarly service to proofread each published chapters of this story. Thus, each chapter has 100/Good Job! [Performance], according to Grammarly. By the way, the set goals options are: [Audience: General], [Formality: Informal], and [Domain: General]. For [Tone] and [Intent], I did not choose any.

Please enjoy this work of fan-fiction!

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I, the protagonist of this story, had died.

How? A wild Truck-kun appeared.

Was that not enough for you?

Okay. I would not bore you with time-consuming details.

Therefore, I would cut short everything nicely for your sake.

I was randomly chosen by a 'Random Omnipotent Bastard' to test his new truck-shaped divine tool.

After I died, I found myself in a spacious white place.

In that place, I met my murderer.

After that, I was given figurative currency to exchange with some unique traits or abilities as compensation.

Then, my soul and memory were sent off somewhere random.

This unknown destination was one of the fictional worlds that I knew. Or so the 'Random Omnipotent Bastard' said.

There was a bit of a problem, you see.

As a cultured Geek, I finished many works of fiction, ranging from Anime, Manga, Light Novels, and Games.

Due to that, there were many potential destinations, and I had no definite estimation of one.

Still, I did hope that it would not be a dangerous place.

I honestly preferred the world with a civilization that matched the Earth in the 21st century of Common Era. I did not think that I could live without modern convenience.

Furthermore, I was never an ambitious person. I would like to have a quiet yet fulfilling life.

I was a lazy guy unless the situation demanded my efforts.

Let's put all that aside because I finally regained my awareness.

I found myself inside a classroom, and I was sitting on a chair.

I slightly flinched because of disorientation.

It could not be helped. At one point, I was in that white place, and the next moment, I was here.

Then, information surfaced into my mind.

Thanks to one of my chosen abilities, I could process the new pieces of information quickly.

'Enhanced Intellect'. It enhanced my mental capacity and capability to an incomprehensible degree.

Thankfully, I could limit my mental capacity and capability at the ordinary human level when I did not need its real potential.

By the way, 'Enhanced Intellect' had cost me 10 Currency Points, or CP for short.

What is 'Currency Points'?

They were some points that the ROB gave me after my death. I got 50 CP in total.

I exchanged those CPs with my current traits/abilities.

In other words, it was similar to the CYOA options you could find on the internet.

Never heard of CYOA? Google it!

A few moments passed since I got the information.

In this life, I was called Sanada Seiji.

According to my memory as Sanada Seiji, I was supposedly a twenty-seven-year-old corporate slave working in a telecommunication company.

'Supposedly' was the keyword here. There were some discrepancies that I had discovered.

If I was supposedly a twenty-seven-year-old man, why in the world was I in the middle of a class in what seemed to be a Japan's senior high school?

(…This is beyond weird. According to my memory, I felt under the weather and decided to skip my work. Then, I had gone to sleep. The next moment, I woke up here. Just what is going on?)

I was confused. I need answers!

Then, someone spoke up to me.

"Sanada, can you lend me a bit of pencil lead?"

I turned my head to this mysterious guy. When I saw his face, I felt nostalgic.

His surname was Fujimoto. According to my memory as Sanada Seiji, he was my only friend in senior high school.

Even though we were friends, we were not close enough to call each other with our given name.

Fujimoto was someone whom I had not met even once after graduating from senior high school.

As I felt nostalgic when seeing Fujimoto, I finally noticed that I did not only replace the real owner of my current body. I fully absorbed him.

Or was it the other way around? Anyway, I realized that I became Sanada Seiji, and Sanada Seiji was me.

I did not feel an existential crisis. I still felt like myself, albeit with the twenty-seven-years-old Sanada Seiji's memory, experience, and feelings.

"Oy! Stop looking at me like that! You give me creep!"

Fujimoto hissed at me, making me feel annoyed.

However, I ignored my annoyance because I realized that Fujimoto was speaking Japanese.

Japanese was a language that I was not proficient in my previous life.

I was not sure if my new proficiency in Japanese was due to my life as Sanada Seiji, or because of my 'Language Compression' trait/ability.

If it was the former, then…

(Feels like I wasted my five CPs for it…)

'Language Comprehension' was the second trait/ability that I had picked up.

With that trait/ability, I had an intuitive understanding and proficiency in all languages. Spoken and written.

Admittedly, 'Language Comprehension' was limited to a manner of communication that could be considered as an actual language.

Due to that limitation, I could not understand animal voices and unintelligible gibberish.

Anyway, I had picked 'Language Comprehension' due to my concern about getting transported in an unknown world without understanding the spoken and written language.

The language barrier could be a hassle, and I did not want to experience such a bothersome matter.

There was also the fact that miscommunication could lead to something fatal.

All that aside, I am now apparently in Japan in the 21st century.

(This is good. Just like what I wanted!)

And yet, I was still unsure because of the discrepancies in my memories as Sanada Seiji.

I disregarded Fujimoto and pulled out my cell phone from my pockets. When I checked the date, I found that today was April 24th.

10 years ago, according to my memory as Sanada Seiji.

(Huh? I was not only transmigrated but also traveled back in time?! What the hell?!)

"Hey, Sanada! Why are you taking out your cellphone?! Hiragi-chan is looking this way! Don't bring out your cell phone right now!" Fujimoto warned me.

I turned my head to the front of the class after hearing the name that was spoken by Fujimoto.

—Hiragi.

(Hiragi-chan? Was it the same Hiragi Haruka-chan who taught World History?)

I thought, supplied by my memory as Sanada Seiji.

In front of the blackboard, there stood a young female teacher. She had stopped writing on the board with her chalk and was looking at me over her shoulder.

—Hiragi Haruka. 24 years old. One of World History teachers. Popular because of her young age and attractive appearance. Marital status, still single.

Haruka wore a white blouse, tight jeans, and pink high-heeled shoes.

She had pink hair tied into a ponytail behind her head and a pair of soulful blue eyes.

Her height was average, around the high-end of 160s, in centimeters. She had an outrageously curvaceous figure, though.

There were these strange feelings when I examined Hiragi Haruka-sensei.

I noticed the bittersweet feeling of unrequited love when I saw her. Furthermore, Hiragi Haruka looked somewhat familiar.

Or at least, the original me from my previous life felt a sense of familiarity when I saw her.

Actually, the combination of my new name, the strange time-traveling ability, and the female teacher's name, as well as her look, was quite familiar.

Why did it feel so familiar? Had I read a work of fiction with elements matching what I discovered at this moment?

I focused inward and searched for the answer in the memory of my old life.

Soon, I found the reason for familiarity.

(Huh? I woke up as the male lead in 'The Results From When I Time Leaped and Confessed to the Teacher I Liked at the Time' right at his first Time-Leap!)