So, you want me to reincarnate into another world? Get some new material.
 
 Haha, this world is like the game I played so much? Does that include all the glitches and such?


...

 Really? Then I accept!

"You are too arrogant"

"You underestimate your opponents too much"

These were the too sentences he had heard for most his life

Now moving up the ladder of the martial world can he keep his Arrogance or will he be another stepping stone for a young master

Zhang Guangs Adventure to the Top of the martial using speed

It's too inconvenient reading this on a particular site, can't download to read offline.
So I copypasta this here.


Hey the posting of chapter depends on my reading speed so if you caught up go read on wuxiejie.

Translator: QUMU

While Yang Mu replied, he scoured through his bookshelf in search of a math workbook he hasn't touched. It took him awhile but he finally found the one he recently bought. 

It was still fresh from the shelf and had only been answered from the first few pages. A moment later another message was sent. 

[Calculus.]

[Got it.] 

Yang Mu searched the page and found a few problems on the topic. He even sent a screenshot of the formula and solution. 

[Here you go.]

[Thanks.] 

Yang Mu smiled. It felt really good to be needed. He put down his phone and went downstairs to have dinner. 

...

The next day, students who were usually late to school, had littered the campus. 

Some of them were busy trying to cram formulas and dates together, pushing their brain to the limits. Others were leisurely taking a walk or playing a few ball games with the others on the field. 

Under the tree shade of a large wisteria tree, Jiang Shen groaned. 

"You've already forced me to go to school earlier. What more do you want from me?" 

Shi Fen frantically pulled out a few worksheets. "I just need help with these worksheets! Please, I don't want to be ranked at the bottom again!" 

In order to persuade her more, Shi Fen prostrated on the soft grass while his hands were pleadingly clasped together. 

A few students even threw curious glances at them. Jiang Shen felt even more reluctant to help him. 

"I've given you a chance two weeks ago when Kang Shu and Cao Wei visited. Now you want to plead for my help? You want to fight?" 

Jiang Shen disliked being coerced into something she didn't want to do. Right now, Shi Fen was being extremely annoying. Giving a chance but not taking it. Whose fault is it but himself?

She continued to ignore his cries for help and worked on her own worksheet. Jiang Shen did not manage to finish the worksheet last night because she fell asleep. The next morning when she woke up, Jiang Shen just decided to stuff the worksheets she had printed the night before in her bag. 

"Jiang Shen." 

Jiang Shen looked up and saw the trip from yesterday walking towards them.

Mo Ran walked up to them with a bright smile. His posture was straight and he looked very much like an honor student. He stood taller than Jiang Shen by a centimeter and had a lean figure. 

"Mo Ran." 

They greeted each other as Mo Ran sat down beside her.

"Who's this?" he pointed at Shi Fen who was still in a dogeza position. 

Shi Fen looked up and sniffled. "Xiao Shen... Who are these guys?" 

Mo Ran let out a laugh. "I'm Mo Ran. Those two quiet guys over there are Yang Mu and Li Er. We're Jiang Shen's classmates." 

Shi Fen turned around and saw Yang Mu and Li Er who waved. He sat up straight and wiped the snot threatening to fall on his nose. Then, a flash of recognition passed in his eyes. 

"You three!" Shi Fen yelled in surprise.

Jiang Shen raised a brow at his sudden actions but remained silent. The trio looked confused, save for Mo Ran who had an amused smile. 

"Hm? You recognize us?" 

"Of course I do! You're the guys at the cafe I saw during summer break! And you-" Shi Fen pointed at Yang Mu with his finger. "You're the one who kept staring at Xiao Shen!" 

"I-I didn't s-stare at her!" Yang Mu protested, a blush creeping up at his cheeks.

"Don't lie, you're blushing!" 

Li Er and Mo Ran shared a look and laughed. Jiang Shen stopped looking at her worksheets, an amused smile on her lips. 

Shi Fen had a look of indignation on his face as he kneeled on the grass. Jiang Shen looked at him and patted his head. 

"Calm down. The diagnostic assessment doesn't matter. It's just a test to determine your capability. The grades won't matter." Jiang Shen comforted him. 

"Really?" Shi Fen didn't want to believe it. 

"Of course it's true! That's why I didn't study at all!" Mo Ran laughed as he slung his arm over Shi Fen's shoulder.

Li Er grabbed a book from his bag and handed it to Jiang Shen. "Here, i'm giving this to you." 

Jiang Shen looked confused but Li Er only smiled. 

"You helped me finish the book yesterday. I figured you'd might like the synopsis since it's about the history," Li Er kindly said as he pushed the book in her arms.

Jiang Shen looked at the thick book in her arms. "Thank you. I'll return it to you when I finish it." 

"No rush. I've had that for a few months now." 

Mo Ran and Shi Fen conversed with one another, while Li Er and Jiang Shen talked about the book's synopsis, leaving Yang Mu who was staring blankly at them. 

Since when was he the odd one out? He wanted to strike up a conversation with Li Er and Jiang Shen, but he wasn't all that into novels and the terminologies they used were unfamiliar to him. He didn't want to talk to Mo Ran and Shi Fen, to which the former kept pestering the latter. 

Just as he reached his hand out to them, the bell rang. 

"Ah, it's time already?" Shi Fen scrambled for his bag and waved goodbye to Jiang Shen and the others. "I'll see you at break!" 

Although they were in the same building, the advanced class of each department had free period for the first subject. In addition to this treatment, their classroom was a floor above Shi Fen's, who was in Class D.

Mo Ran and Li Er began to walk towards the building, chatting about the recent release of a popular movie. 

Jiang Shen put away her things and grabbed her bag. Noticing Yang Mu, who was in a daze looking at his friends, she put on her bag and tapped his shoulder.

"You coming?"

Yang Mu felt warm on his shoulder as he looked at Jiang Shen. He shook his head. "I am." 

"Then hurry up," Jiang Shen said as she turned to leave. 

Yang Mu ran up to her and walked in the same pace, just like when they walked home yesterday. The day was starting out very good. He was on cloud nine. 

Walking inside the classroom, the rest of the students were busy studying, trying to cram the most content they can into their brains. Some were even nervous as they clutched their head while memorizing furiously. An Pan and Cho Jing sat in their seats, taking turns reviewing each other. 

"Good morning," Jiang Shen greeted as she walked inside. Yang Mu already went to his own seat and set down his bag. 

Mo Ran, who was seated in front of him, was slumped to his desk trying to take a nap. Li Er was busy reading another one of his novels.

Deciding that there was nothing else to do and no one else to talk to, Yang Mu sighed and rested his head on the desk. He wanted to change seats as soon as possible.

He was too far away from her. 

And he didn't like it.

Jiang Shan prefers to be left alone, leaving her with fewer friends than her peers.

After starting senior year, she is determined to spend her days at home to think about her plans for the future.

The strained relationship with her family, her unstable mental health, a complicated relationship with a boy, playing her part in the student council, and studying for the coming entrance exams.

All of this had been managed to be swept up in a storm called Yang Mu.

Contrary to his expectations, the dramatic discovery he had made did not immediately turn his life into some big, remarkable, chaotic mess. In fact, the entirety of the following day went along the same calm routine as usual—completely undisturbed—as did the day after that.

Which, of course, actually makes perfect sense. Just because he knew that there was a possible doomsday threat looming in the future, doesn't mean anybody else does. Heck, the attack may not even happen for years yet. It's not as though he had a lot to go on when guessing how much time he had: a couple of images drawn by fans couldn't tell him much.

And even if he did know when it would happen, there was even less that he could actually do about it. He'd sound like an absolute lunatic if he tried to tell anybody. Imagine going up to the Hokage—or even some random ninja—with claims that, according to a cartoon in a different dimension, the Nine-Tails would attack the village at an indeterminate time in the maybe-not-so-distant future.

No. Not a good plan.

Honestly, the only person he'd even consider telling would be Minato himself. And given that Axel would still sound crazy, he decided he'd hold off on any warning attempts until he had an explanation less insane than an alternate reality television show.

Of course, though there were no disturbances on the level of village-destruction in his day to day life—thank goodness—there were still the typical excitements. Ninja will be ninja, after all.

Take, for example, the innumerable holes jabbed into the various surfaces in the store from overeager shoppers trying out the throwing knives. He had started leaving the front window open and requesting that, if the knife really needs a test throw, his customers at least spare the building and aim for the log sign out front instead. There were still a few new punctures, though, including one kunai that was now stuck so far in the ceiling Axel doubted he'd ever be able to get it out.

And take, for another example of ninja disruptiveness, the pair of young genin-in-training currently sitting at his kitchen table working on their homework. At least that's what he assumed they were doing—or trying to do, anyway—and even then it's only half true: one of them was working. The other was trying, but he was just a tad too energetic to sit still long enough.

"Obito." No matter how sweet Rin may have sounded, there was still an audible eye roll in her tone: friendly, yes, but there nonetheless. She gently scolded, "You do know that you actually have to do the work for it to get done, right?"

There was a laugh that the boy probably meant to sound confident or reassuring but just ended up being kind of sheepish. "It's fine, no problem!"

Rin gave her teammate a look.

"And, well, it's such a nice day out," Obito continued, trying to deflect, "so, uhm, maybe we could take a break…?

"We can take a break after you finish the first page."

"But—"

"No buts!"

Thinking maybe he should see if he could help help, Axel closed his notebook—setting aside thoughts of doomsday and his sketchy plans for trying to warn people about it—and stood up. He stretched, relieving a number of cricks in his arms and legs from sitting so long at the register without doing anything but scribble down notes.

His moving roused a disgruntled bark from down by his feet, and a petulant dachshund nose peeked up at him from deep under the desk. Dach, who was curled up on an old cushion he'd stuffed under there, had apparently been using one of his human's feet as a pillow.

"Es tut mir leid," Axel apologized quietly.

Dach snorted in maybe-amusement, pawing the bed a few times in preparation for the renewal of his comfortable snooze. But before he could lie down again, something outside caught his attention. The dachshund stared out the window for a long moment, and then, with a huff, he stood and put his front paws up on the windowsill. With a small bark, Dach looked back at Axel in request.

"…Want me to let you out?"

The question got an affirmative wag, so Axel did as he was asked; he scooped up the small dog, leaned out the open window, and deposited him on the grass outside. He stayed there at the window for a minute, a slight breeze ruffling his blond hair.

It really was a beautiful day, both outside and in.

Though it was a bit louder inside, of course. Hearing Obito still trying to distract his studious teammate from their homework assignment—with no success, she absolutely could not be budged—Axel returned to the matter at hand.

"What are you working on?" he asked, joining the kids in the kitchen. "Can I help?"

Obito startled slightly, then flushed pink with embarrassment. "Uh… well… You don't need to…"

"I'm not doing anything else," Axel replied, sitting in the third chair and scooching in to look over the papers scattered across the table. They were apparently working through multiplication and long division worksheets, which meant that he could actually help; he'd have been useless if they were working on history or writing.

"Math?"

"Math," Rin confirmed.

Her papers were mostly done, just missing a couple of questions here or there. In contrast, Obito had only completed the first three problems. The rest of his worksheets were either blank or covered in distracted doodles.

Axel took one of the scrap papers and a pencil, then copied down the unanswered fourth question at the top of the page. It wasn't a hard problem—basically the same as the first three, but with different numbers—so he spun the page toward Obito.

"Show me how to do this."

=X=X=X=

They were still working—maybe halfway done with the whole worksheet—when the bell hanging over the front door gave a cheerful jingle.

"I'll be there soon," Axel called.

"No need to rush."

He didn't recognize the voice, which was somewhat strange; most of his customers lately were regulars, coming by often enough that he almost knew them all by name. After helping Obito through the last step of the problem they were on (and wringing a promise out of him to start the next one), he went back out into the store.

Axel was getting better at telling civilian customers from ninja, and the beautiful woman perusing the shelf of throwing knives was definitely the latter. She had long, straight black hair, and was wearing a simple dark blue dress. It wasn't typical ninja apparel, but it was pretty clear from how she carried herself that she was a ninja.

The fact that she was looking at kunai and not kitchen knives was also a pretty big clue.

"Can I help you?"

She turned to him, frowning thoughtfully, and he was struck by the inexplicable sensation that he should recognize her. There was something about her face—her dark eyes—that seemed very familiar.

Then she smiled, and the moment passed.

"I am looking for a gift for my fiancé," she answered. "When I asked a friend of mine if she had any ideas, she reluctantly recommended your shop."

To be honest, he wasn't sure if he should feel affronted or not.

Apparently reading that from his expression, she quickly added, "Not because she doesn't like your shop, but rather that she doesn't like my future husband."

Having no clue how to respond to such a statement, Axel eloquently replied, "Oh."

"She had only good things to say about you, really," she continued, "even if some of her remarks were confusing at the time." The woman paused, regarded him for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Accurate, but confusing."

"...Thank you?"

She smiled again, glad the misunderstanding had passed, and turned back to the kunai. Carefully trailing a contemplative finger along the sharp edge of a long, oddly shaped throwing knife, she stated, "I haven't seen this style before."

The knife in question was a little over thirty centimeters long—which was at least three centimeters longer than a typical kunai—and it wasn't straight: the blade curved first convex, then concave. It also didn't have much of a handle, making it a weapon purely meant to be thrown.

"It's from far away, back where I'm from."

With a gesture to the knife, she asked, "May I?"

Axel was just surprised she actually asked for permission. "Go ahead."

"How odd," she mused, slowly turning the blade over in her hands. "I imagine this takes a different throwing technique. Less like a dart, perhaps, and more like a shuriken."

That's a point he hadn't even considered, and probably explains why nobody had bought more than one or two of them; purchased more for curiosity rather than utility.

And then, as if to contradict that thought, she said, "Do you sell a set of five?"

"Wirklich?" he blurted out, surprised. "Uh, ich meine… You really want five?"

She blinked at the language change, but did not remark on it. "Perhaps he'll enjoy the challenge," she said instead, smile now just slightly mischievous.

He still thought that deadly knives were a weird gift for a romantic partner, but he shrugged it off. "You'd be the one to know."

"I'm not sure these will fit in a standard pouch," she said, sending a quick look around the store to check. "Do you sell cases as well?"

As a matter of fact, he did. Both Morimoto and Pei had introduced him to people they worked with to keep weapon accessories stocked in their stores, and now he had a few business arrangements of his own. He didn't have many, but he did have some.

"Yes, I'll go get one."

It didn't take him long to find a suitable case, since the box of all his stock was right by the front desk. He had yet to figure out where he was actually going to display them—he had limited shelf space, after all—so that's just where they had ended up.

As he loaded them into the carrier, she asked, "Does this style of knife have a name?"

Axel paused, trying to think if it did; he could recall the name printed on the knife he had used as a model, but he had no idea if that was the type or a brand or what. "I… think it's called 'Bo-Kri'."

"Not 'bokiri'?" she replied, looking amused. "A name like that would suit a weapon thrown like a shuriken."

The word wasn't one he was familiar with, but he assumed it must a descriptor of some sort—maybe a word like 'spinning' or something. He just nodded, as if he got whatever joke had been made.

Then he told her how much it would cost.

"Really?" She sounded pleasantly surprised, which was the typical response. "Are you sure? I was certain it would cost more."

"I've been told that before."

Eyebrows raised, she asked, "And you haven't raised the price?"

"You bothered to come out here." Axel shrugged. "Least I could do."

As he finished the transaction, the woman gave him a very thoughtful look: as if measuring how truthful he was being. That, too, was a typical response.

Less typical was another pause—a glance through the window—just after she had carefully bundled her newly-purchased throwing knives. It was a very brief pause, to be sure, but he still noticed: something outside had momentarily caught her attention.

Just as something had with Dach earlier.

If that kept happening, he'd start thinking he had a stalker or something.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Blacksmith-san," she said. "I'm sure I'll come in again someday."

The bell chimed again as she left.

He sent a suspicious glance out the open window, but ultimately decided it wasn't worth worrying about. After all, fretting about it wasn't going to help—not to mention he wasn't sure what he would be fretting over in the first place. So rather than worry, he just rejoined the two kids in the kitchen.

Both of whom were blankly staring at the front door, looking a bit bamboozled.

"What's wrong?"

"Wasn't that Uchiha-sama?"

Axel frowned. He almost asked how that could be possible, but thankfully caught himself before asking something that stupid. The Uchiha Incident—the massacre—hadn't happened yet. Which was something he'd known ever since he'd first met Obito, but apparently that reality hadn't set in until just then.

Just fantastic. With both that and the Nine-Tails attack, the future seems to be teeming with possible tragedies.

…Maybe he shouldn't joke about that.

Instead, he said, "I don't know, I didn't ask."

"I've only seen her a couple of times," Obito said. "She's engaged to the clan head."

Axel blinked. If she was engaged to the clan head, then that would mean that… her fiancé was the clan head. He wasn't daunted by the fact that the Uchiha clan had been—scratch that, was one of the largest clans in the whole village. What had him struck him was the realization that the woman he had just spoken to was the mother of two rather important characters from the anime.

At least now he had a better idea of when he was; if they weren't married yet, it was a fairly safe bet that neither Itachi nor Sasuke have been born yet.

"…Oh." Axel wasn't quite sure how to react to that. "I'm… going to step outside. Watch the store briefly?"

Before Obito could say anything, Rin stood up. "I will."

When it looked like her teammate was going to protest—he wanted the excuse to stop studying—she gave a pointed look between him and his unfinished worksheets. He slumped in his chair.

"Alright, yeah, I get it," he mumbled, returning to his dreaded work while she went to take her post at the register.

Axel went to his backyard, wanting a bit of fresh air and a break from socializing. Just before he stepped outside, he noticed one thing immediately: Dach was standing in the middle of the yard and staring up at something on top of the house. The next thing he noticed was that the dog looked like he was waiting for something.

The third thing he noticed was a stick, thrown from the roof, that Dach happily chased down.

"I saw that." Axel glanced quickly at the roof, just in time to see a dangling foot hastily pulled out of sight, and added, "I saw that, too."

At least this explains all those distracted glances outside; it turns out that he did have a stalker. And he had a pretty good guess who it was, too.

There was a long pause. Then, almost before he was aware of it, Kakashi had lightly dropped down from the top of his house. To be honest, it kind of surprised him; Axel hadn't expected the kid to actually announce his presence.

In as much as silently appearing could be considered announcing oneself, of course.

Since it didn't seem like the kid was going to say anything, Axel took it upon himself to ask, "Have you been watching me all day?"

Kakashi said nothing, his expression nearly inscrutable behind his mask.

Axel sighed. "I think that's a 'yes'."

After a long moment, Kakashi finally stated, "You're a civilian."

Well, that was a call-back to the first time they had actually met. And it wasn't really an angle Axel had been expecting this conversation to start with—although, to be perfectly honest, he hadn't really known what to expect.

"Yeah?" he replied, somewhat questioningly. "Last I checked, anyway. Why?"

The kid didn't answer directly, and instead opted for another straight remark. "Just… some average guy."

So long as nobody counted accidentally ending up in an apparently-not-fictional universe after being hit by a truck, of course. And, given nobody should know that particular fact, nobody should know to count it.

Axel just nodded, waiting to see where this was headed.

At that point, Dach returned with the now-slightly-more-chewed-on stick. The conversation was put on pause as the dog carefully considered the two humans. Then, apparently judging that Kakashi was indeed the superior stick-thrower of the two, the dachshund trotted over to the boy.

Kakashi seemed pleased—as evident by the fact that his expression didn't change at all. His face being half covered by a mask certainly didn't help when it came to decoding emotions, but Axel had an inexplicable hunch. The boy threw the stick off to the farthest corner of the yard, and it jammed upright in the dirt.

"…I don't get it."

It was said softly, barely above a whisper. If Axel had to guess, he'd say he probably wasn't supposed to hear it at all. So he thought it prudent to pretend he hadn't.

"Any reason for the questions?" he asked at last, having failed at coming up with something more productive to say.

Kakashi glared at him, but after another moment he seemed to deflate into himself slightly. More loudly this time, he repeated, "I don't get it."

"Don't get what?"

He looked away, watching Dach struggling to free the stick from where it was stuck in the ground. "Why are you friends with Minato-sensei?"

Axel considered the question seriously. There were plenty of reasons why he might want to be friends with him—not least of all that Minato is just a good guy—but in the end, well: "Do I need a reason?"

"…Nevermind."

Before Axel could add anything else, the other half of the conversation vanished.

"Ninja," he grumbled to himself. Still, he did address the possibly-empty air one last time. "Thanks for playing with Dach. When you two are done, you can come in if you want."

Having said what he wanted to say—as unexpected as the whole encounter had been—Axel went back inside. Though he did leave the door open, just in case.

"How's it going?" he asked, seeing the baleful look Obito was giving his homework.

"Urrrgh…"

A splendid reply.

Taking a seat and grabbing a pencil, Axel got back to helping the boy work through the question he'd gotten stuck on. Rin rejoined them when she heard all the talking going on, and together they did their level best to get Obito through the worksheets.

And after a few minutes, the door to the backyard clicked shut. This was followed by a pattering of dog paws… and a quiet set of footsteps.

Rin's eyes went wide with surprise.

"Oh hey, Kakashi," Obito said, too caught up in glaring at his math to really register the unusual-ness in the fact that his third teammate was actually present. It fully processed after a few seconds, and he jerked his head up in surprise. "Wait, Kakashi?!"

The white-haired boy just rolled his eyes. "I could hear you guys from outside. You're going to need all the help you can get."

Since Minato had never actually taken back the chairs he had lent him, there were still seats around the table. Kakashi sat down, ignoring the continued surprise of his team, and tapped a finger to one of the math problems.

"You forgot to add the one."

Translations:
"Es tut mir leid." = "Sorry."
"Wirklich? Uh, ich meine… = "Really? Uh, I mean…"
"…'bokiri'?" = "…'blurry'?"
"Blacksmith-san." = "Kajiya-san.

Not my novel, it is a remix of an existing novel called When time stands still by Jedi Sapphire 

The link is 
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/1610499/1/When-Time-Stands-Still

the author if this remix is by DripDipGoofball a member of a private chat group where ppl make remix of their favorite fanfictions.

Again I DO NOT OWN JACKSHITE.

I AM NOT MAKING ANY BLOODY MONEY.

DO NOT BITCH AND MOAN TO ME.

I AM UPLOADING IT HER ME SO I CAN LISTEN TO IT VIA AUDIOBOOK.

IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM, DO NOT READ IT AND MOVE ON.

It was early in the morning! 

Adonis yawned as he woke up. He saw Vanilla and Drago still sleeping soundly. He decided to let them sleep in.

He quickly got ready and was about to go to the library when he saw that Vanilla and Drago was awake.

"Adonis where are you going?"asked Vanilla while yawning

"I'm going to library, I figured out that you guys wouldn't want to study with me, now would you?"asked Adonis

"Adonis, I don't mind!"said Drago

"Yeah we don't mind, so give us some time, we will quickly dress up and come with you."said Vanilla

Vanilla and Drago both entered the bathroom and when they came out, Adonis heart was struck again! Vanilla was wearing a cute pink dress, while Drago was wearing a shirt and pants with a cap. They both looked good.

Adonis and the fairies quickly went to the library.

When they arrived, the tutor was already there waiting for him, the tutor looked neat and organized. He wore a pair of glasses which increased his credibility as a tutor.

"Hello, from now on I'm your tutor, I am Derrick Kinizki, you may call me professor Kinizki. I am in charge of teaching you maths, history and magic."said the tutor

"Hello my name is Adonis Hayes. I will be in your care from now on, I have so many things that I missed out during my past years. So I might not be able to easily learn everything. So please go easy on me."said Adonis with a smile on his face

Adonis sat down and professor Kinizki began to take out some material.

"Today we will be learning Addition and subtraction."said professor Kinizki

He began to give Adonis some worksheets, Adonis found it so easy! He quickly finished it all within 3 minutes. 

The tutor looked shocked but he held it in, he started to give him more higher and difficult level of subtraction and addition worksheets, but Adonis did not looked even the slightest bit of troubled by these questions. He quickly finished it.

When professor Kinizki checked the answers it was all correct. Seems like we can move on to next curriculum.

"Since you have no problems with addition and subtraction, we will move on to multiplication, division and fraction."said professor Kinizki

He started explain the basic ideas behind it, then he hand in the worksheets to Adonis. He decided to give Adonis all the worksheets he had for multiplication, division and fraction.

Adonis did not looked trouble at all, he quickly finished it and gave it to professor Kinizki. 

Now professor Kinizki began to freak out! What sort of freak is this Adonis Hayes! All of his answers are correct. 

Professor Kinizki decided to give him all the more difficult and higher level Question to Adonis, Adonis started to look a bit trouble, but he managed to finish it. 

Professor Kinizki checked his answers! It was all correct! He simply is gifted in maths!

Adonis found it easy, because maths had been one of his favourite subject during high school. He would always get near perfect scores for maths.

"From now on, it won't be necessary for me to teach you maths, you seem gifted in this aspect. So now I will be teaching you history and magic, if you have any questions, feel free to ask."said Professor Kinizki

Adonis nod his head to indicate he understands.

"This world was first created by 3 God! Goddess of Life, Goddess of death and God of wealth and prosperity! The Goddess of life created all the life forms, the God of wealth and prosperity let the people enjoy a good life, the goddess of death takes away the life from the living beings. 

Most people hate Goddess of death, but she is an essential part of this world, she is in charge of managing the population growth. Without her the world would be too crowded and eventually destroyed. These three God are important to this world.

Other than us, humans, there is beastman, elves, dwarf, demon and mermaids living in this world with us.

After humans, beastman have the second most largest population. We have a life span of 100-150 years at most, but there are exceptions, those with greater magic powers live a longer life! Our great magician is currently 500 years old! 

Beastman are naturally stronger than us humans, but we could be considered the smartest among all the race.

Elves and dwarf have a small population, they have good relationship with each other. They prefer to live in mountains. They have a life span of 300-500 years at most. Elves and dwarf are naturally gifted in magic, elves are famous for their archery and pharmaceutical ability. Dwarf are famous for being an excellent weapon smith! 

It is hard for the elves and dwarf to reproduce, so they cherish their younger generations.

Mermaids are a mysterious creature, they are told to be living under the vast ocean, no one really knows where do they live? It's a complete mystery, they don't often come in contact with any of us.

Demons, they are the most gifted beings in magic! You should never anger a demon, demons are known to be highly unpredictable! They are very strong! Even the weakest demon can flatten a tall mountain! Demons have the smallest population among all the other race! We have no clue to how long they can live for! They also can't easily reproduce, so they really cherish their younger generations!

There is one more race, but they are not really living with us in this world! They are angels, angels are the messenger of the God. Whenever there is going to be a calamity, they come to warn all of us."explained Professor Kinizki

Adonis found it really fascinating! This world is really different from earth!

"Professor Kinizki, what are the characteristics of these races?"asked Adonis

"Beastman have the characteristics of animals, they are half human and animal.

Elves has sharp pointy ears.

Dwarf are short in nature 

Mermaids have a upper body of us humans, but their lower half is a fish tail.

Demons have horns on top of their head

Angels have wings behind their back."replied Professor Kinizki

So what Adonis had in mind was correct! All those creature that did not exist in his previous world, exist in this world! 

Suddenly he heard a ring tone coming from Professor Kinizki's pocket!

Professor Kinizki excuse himself and went outside to pick up his call!

PHONE! EXIST? WHAT?

Adonis a world class singer, a superstar after his concert finishes, gets killed by his crazy, sasaeng(stalker) yandere fan.

He wakes up in a 14 year old teenager boy body! But this body is too feminine! He looks too beautiful! 

After a week, he realised that he has transmigrated! This world is not exactly like earth, it's a world filled with magic.

How will Adonis survive in this world? How will his idol journey start in another world? How will his music abilities help him? 

There are some BL flags, will he become bent/gay? or he will become straight and destroy those flags? Find out(cause even idk if he will be straight or bent~author)

(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧please do read my novel! My main story interesting part hasn't unfold yet! It will get there by chapter 8! Please bear with me! 


Stay tuned to find out more!



Please vote if you enjoy reading my novel! Thank you!

Btw I just edited and Photoshop the cover! credits to the creator!

"Everyone, pay attention. You better do well on the test because if you fail, I will have to haul you back in during the break."

"Ehhhh, but teach! The new game is about to come out! You can't do this to us!"

"Do you think that I want to be stuck at school? Hah! They won't even pay me extra for the remedial lessons. I have a nice virtual game date planned during the break so if any of you fail... I'll make sure to make your lives a living hell!"

"That's not fair!"

"Come on teach! Give us a break!"

"That's what I'm trying to do goddammit!"

Seojoon opened his eyes and was met with a familiar yet unfamiliar view. All around him were teenagers wearing school uniforms sitting down in desks. It was a nostalgic classroom, which was very odd to Seojoon.

He slowly got up and rubbed his eyes. The last thing he could remember was that he was out on the bench during the snow before he had fallen asleep.

Seojoon did a small stretch before getting up out of his seat. Although the students looked familiar, he was a hundred percent sure that they were not his students. He did not know why he was in a different classroom, but now he had to go back to his class. He had his duty as a teacher to teach his students.

Seojoon was just getting up when the teacher of the current classroom let out a shout.

"Kim Seojoon! Why are you getting up during the middle of class?"

Giving a little start, Seojoon stared at the teacher who had yelled at him. Now that he had a good look, he realized that the teacher wasn't one of his coworkers. However, some part of his brain told him adamantly that the teacher in front of him was no doubt a teacher he knew.

Unintentionally, Seojoon started to use honorifics while addressing the teacher.

"Er.... sir. I'm trying to get to my class," answered Seojoon tentatively, still not sure what exactly was going.

There was a burst of laughter as the teacher gave Seojoon an annoyed look. "Are you still drunk on sleep? You are already in your class! Now sit down in your seat before I give you detention for disrupting class!"

"....yes sir."

Seojoon slowly sat back down into his seat, now fully awake. He gave a quick glance around and came to a shocking revelation that the students around him looked exactly like the young versions of his old school friends. 

Seojoon shook his head. It wasn't that the students looked like the young version of his school friends, but that they were his school friends. Seojoon immediately glanced down at his clothes and saw that he was wearing his old high school uniform.

"What the fuck is going on?" He muttered quietly under his breath.

Seojoon sat in his class and listened to the lectures that he had already learned before as he tried his best to make sense of what exactly had happened.

Was this all some sort of realistic dream? He was a thirty-eight years old man not even a day ago and now he had reverted back to his...

Seojoon gave a quick glance at the class calendar up in the front.

....He had reverted back to his sixteen-year-old self once again.

It had to be a dream or something. It didn't make any logical and scientific sense. Many people had fantasied about going back in time but Seojoon had enough knowledge to know that it was impossible with human means. Even if by some miracle God had decided to give him a second chance, why the hell would he do that? And why would he do it to a person like him? There was no other possible solution other than that the reality he saw before him was only a well-constructed dream that highly realistic qualities.

Seojoon felt a painful twinge on the top of his head as his teacher smacked him with a ruler.

"Stop spacing out Kim Seojoon! I don't care if you know everything I teach already!"

"Yes, sir! Sorry, sir!"

Seojoon snapped out of his daze and immediately straightened his back as another bout of laughter decorated the classroom. It definitely wasn't a dream. The pain from the ruler still lingered on his neck even after quite some time had passed by. But he had to completely make sure that he had indeed gone back in time.

Seojoon gave another look at the calendar before squeezing his brain for anything about what was going to happen that day.

October fourth.... what was going to happen during October fourth of the year 2047?

Seojoon slowly scribbled down everything that came to his mind

One, he went to school.

Two, he would eat his lunch that was made from his mom.

Three.... he would get asked out by a girl?

Wait, no. He would have to take a test first before he got asked out by the girl.

Three, he would take a test.

Four, get asked out.

Five..... he went home and did homework before reading books.

Seojoon nodded in satisfaction at his superb memory before glancing at the clock. The hour had just passed the two o'clock mark which meant that-

"Ok, everyone! Take out a pencil or pen and place everything else in your bags. If I catch you cheating, I'll make sure to add you to the list of people who will need to stay behind during the break."

-it was time to take a test.

Seojoon silently watched as the teacher placed the test onto his desk. He just had an ingenious thought. If he had gone back in time, wouldn't it mean that all the tests would be the same as well?

In his previous life, he was known as the demon of studying. He would rarely spend time on anything that wouldn't increase his academic abilities to a higher level. Any worksheets he got, he would solve them five times until he got everything right. Any question he got wrong, he would practice similar ones six times over. Any reading assignments he got, he would read them ten times over. In his brain were a thousand of accumulated tests and questions that he had hammered into his brain to the point where he could grade a single test faster than a bubble sheet scanner.

Now, if time truly didn't change and everything was the same as before.... then...

Seojoon slowly flipped his test over and did a quick glance at the test on his desk. A small grin crept up his face as Seojoon confidently picked up his pencil.

He remembered the test that was in front of his eyes. He had taken it twenty-two years ago yet it was still fresh in his mind. He remembered all of the questions and all of the answer choices. But most importantly, he remembered all of the answers.

Time-traveling was such a cheat.

A teacher dies and goes back in time. With his pre learned knowledge, he decides that he no longer needs to study and gives the newest high tech virtual reality game a try.

He becomes a swordsman but his thirst for reading carries onto his in game life? How far will he go, and what will happen in his daily life? Will he tell the world who he is? Or will he keep his identity as a secret?

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