1 Reincarnation

It was a regular day in London. The skies were grey, the pavement wet from the rain, and I was on my way home from school. I should already be home by now, but I'd 'left my homework at home' (read: didn't do my homework) too many times, so I had detention with the physics teacher.

14 years I've been in this educational system and I have never wanted to be in it for a single second. Don't get me wrong, I was grateful for the knowledge I gained, knowledge I knew I probably wouldn't seek out willingly, but I just couldn't bring myself to put any effort into my studies. The fact that the way they teach makes it seem like they're teaching only so you get good marks in the exams doesn't exactly help.

Passing by the train station, I noticed an apple in the supermarket across the street. I don't know if I was seeing things or not, but it seemed a little too green. It was as if someone got green paint and painted over the apple.

It was strange. Bizarre.

I must've gotten distracted by the too-green-to-be-real apple because the next thing I knew, I was standing in the middle of the street. With a truck heading straight for me.

It was too late for me to get out of the way. I didn't even have time to make a prayer.

It was a couple of metres away.

And then suddenly it was in my face.

I never even got to feel the impact.

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It felt like almost an eternity when I opened my eyes again. Something I found to be an absurd notion.

"What. The. Fuck."

I was very confused. Understandably so. Either I'm in the afterlife, another life, living as an undead corpse or I somehow survived taking a truck to the face. None of those seem very plausible.

Looking around, I found myself in a bed. I had clearly become younger; the calloused on my hands were gone, my skin was softer and my body was shorter. I was wearing nothing but some simple shorts under the blanket.

Wait! What if...

Ah, at least my manhood is still with me. And larger than it used to be at this age in my last life.

"I should feel happy about that, so why am I depressed instead?"

Saving that thought for later, I decided to look around. Judging by the style of the interior, I seemed to be in a society similar to the Far East. The air was much, much cleaner than I was used to. I could almost taste the scent of the trees outside. This only confirmed the thought lingering at the back of my head.

I got isekai'd.

I am a reincarnator chosen by the great and holy Truck-kun himself. There could be no other option. This world was too different from what I knew.

All of a sudden, a mad rush of memories assaulted my mind. Images flickered endlessly in my eyes, causing pain as if a soldering iron had been jammed into my head.

Once the pain receded, I broke out into a cold sweat. The information I had gained was something beyond my wildest dreams.

I was in Glory City.

All logic and reasoning would dictate that I couldn't enter a fictional world upon dying. A different world was one thing, but a fake fictional world?

Apparently, my new name was Jiang Chen, which would definitely take getting used to. I would probably still answer to John Peake for a long while.

I'm an 12 year old orphan enrolling into the Holy Orchid Institute into the first year fighter apprentice class. Naturally, given my orphan status, I could not pay for the tuition fees, but it appears that 'I' (We? Him?) had taken out a loan with a 5% interest rate being charged from the moment you graduate. The 'original' me had been offered to join the army upon graduating and use the steady income to pay off the debt over time.

I will NOT become a slave to debt. I saw what that did to my old parents.

Picking up a nearby mirror and I observed my new appearance. I wasn't disappointed by what I saw.

Fair, unblemished skin, a strong jaw line, sharp brown eyes and a mop of smooth black hair above my symmetrical face. Poking my stomach, I felt the beginnings of abs forming in my abdomen. A major improvement on my freckles, pimples, ginger hair and plumpness. God I hated being a ginger.

I had heard that someone from the Sacred family may begin teaching my class this year. Given that the Sacred family with their holier-than-thou attitude would never lower themselves to teaching commoners, there had to be someone important to the Sacred family enrolling this year. This could mean that I end up right inside the main cast's class.

Now I just needed it to be the canon timeline so I could mooch off of Nie Li's regressor knowledge and profit.

Which reminds me, I'm gonna be late.

"Fuck, I need to leave. Can't be late on the first day."

I quickly got into my grey tunic and blue pants. I jumped into my boots and ran out the door while hurriedly tying the blue sash around my waist.

I ran out of the dorms and straight into the main compound where most classes, making my way through all the students. I pulled out a map from my pocket with instructions to get to my classroom which, thankfully, was quite close to the entrance.

I made it into the classroom right as the gong rang for the classes to begin. Looking around, I took an empty seat in the third row by the wall. Next to me was a girl that could only be described as beautiful for our age group.

Flowing waist length copper hair held in a ponytail, large brown eyes, fair skin with a slim build that doesn't hide her budding developing figure, soft facial features and a very noble bearing.

I'm no paedophile. I merely stated what is obvious. It was clear from all the glances some of the boys in the class gave her that I wasn't alone in thinking this, except they were thinking with their cocks and fantasizing about asking her out.

I would too if I were their age as well, but I was mentally 18. I couldn't see myself in a relationship with any of my classmates while they're still kids.

She took a single glance at me, her face expressionless, and then turned to the front of the class. So she seems to have the ice princess personality. Definitely from one of the powerful families. At least aristocratic, maybe even noble. I doubt a commoner would behave as such.

Looking back, I see a ginger haired boy in very familiar looking clothing sitting next to a half asleep boy in blue clothes leering openly at a purple haired beauty across the aisle. Next to her was a guy that was 'stick up his ass' personified. Could it be? Did I make it into the canon class?

Is that even a good thing?

An old man walked into the class and stood before all of us. He introduced himself as Xuan Yu and said that he would be our teacher for all things not related to cultivation, meaning language, mathematics, history and geography.

We then moved on to introducing ourselves before the rest of the class, but only our names and ages. Apparently, they used to have the new students describe themselves a bit, but many had shown displeasure or discomfort doing so over the years, with some being bullied as a result of what they said before the class (probably because what they said they liked would be something embarrassing), so it was decided that such things were not to be.

As the students stood up and introduced themselves, I began to doze off. But that was only for a for a short period of time.

"My name is Ye Ziyun, aged 13. Please take care of me."

Ah, fuck. I need to git gud after all.