After the successful development of the steam engine, Ren Baqian directed the students to work on the deceleration and braking systems. He went to the empress to ask for steel.
The next goal was to build a circular railroad track with a diameter of 400 meters outside Lan City.
Just building a train that could run wasn't enough because the load factor, speed, and other aspects needed to be tested.
It wasn't currently possible to build a long railroad track since Dayao wasn't rich in iron resources. Thus, a circular track was the best choice in this situation.
However, what Ren Baqian wanted was a rail that required 50 kilograms of metal per meter, which was equivalent to 100 kilograms for the two rails of the track. The circumference was 1,300 meters for a railroad track that was 400 meters in diameter. Therefore, 130,000 kilograms was required.
This was an astronomical figure and was equivalent to Dayao's total mining output for the last three years. Such a figure was expected to cause intense reactions, and there would inevitably be some arguments that flared up in the imperial court over the next few days.
Although the output of the iron mine at Damo Mountain was 900,000 kilograms and this level of production was only possible due to Ren Baqian's efforts, the shortage of iron in Dayao was too great. The aboriginals were also skeptical of the contraption being made at the school. If it was 10,000 or 20,000 kilograms, everyone could close one eye, but for 130,000 kilograms, they would argue and debate for a long time before deciding on this matter.
In other words, it could be said that a lot of bricks were wasted while deciding on this issue.
The empress was growing to like bricks more and more. Ever since she found this magical weapon, she had never missed her target and enjoyed using it very much.
These days, the empress used about one cartload of bricks every week, and the consumption rate was still rising.
Besides iron ore, manpower was also needed. Ren Baqian instructed Tong Zhenye to make abrasive tools to grind the rails into shape and requisitioned 1,000 people from the captive camp to lay the trackbed with gravel, put the, and lay the rails.
It took 20 full days to put the railroad ties in place. After that, they proceeded to lay the rails.
Ren Baqian hardly had any time to rest during this period. On one hand, he was planning to expand the academy, while on the other hand, he was building a library for the Black Bamboo Academy. The library was the first in Dayao and was called the Cangshu Pavilion. 
After all, Ren Baqian still had many secret books, and it would be a waste to let them get moldy. Plus, there was no harm in letting these students read them.
The library was constructed over more than 20 days. It was an ordinary brick building with three levels and was about 400 square meters in size. Inside were wooden shelves, tables, and chairs. As there were no other decorations, it looked simple and crude from the outside.
However, this library was priceless to Dayao.
Many senior court officials owned around ten books. At most, they owned hundreds of books. As for the ordinary citizens, they were even worse off.
Ren Baqian put tens of thousands of books in this library that covered all kinds of topics. This was beyond comparison to others and impressed everyone.
The third level contained various secret manuals taken from Tianjing Basin as well as some less important texts about martial arts that belonged to the empress.
Although these books weren't that important, they were considered good books to the ordinary citizens.
Although the aboriginals had very great potential, they had the same problem as the ancient people of China—they found it difficult to acquire knowledge, especially knowledge about secret martial arts.
On the one hand, these secret books in the library could serve as a reference for the students, whereas on the other hand, they could benefit many ordinary citizens.
On the second level, there were professional books that Ren Baqian brought back from Earth, including physics, chemistry, manufacturing, Western medicine, commerce, and even the Analects of Confucius and the Book of Dao by Lao Zi.
As for the first level, it contained some miscellaneous books, but it was these books that kept the students stuck here.
The books in the library could only be read in the library by the students and couldn't be taken out.
This, however, didn't curb their enthusiasm. When the news came out that a library was being built, many students came to Ren Baqian and inquired about it since they were looking forward to its opening.
The news spread outside the school and reached the ears of some of the court officials.
The had students waited for more than 20 days and rushed in on opening day.
Many students, especially those from a commoner background, rushed to the third level to read the secret manuals because they found them to be useful.
Soon, someone on the first level found the keys to a new world.
"One… Piece?"[1.One Piece - a Japanese manga series written and illustrated by Eiichiro Oda]
"Why's it full of drawings? The drawings of this man are very strange…"
Half an hour later.
"This thing is interesting…"
One day later, a short student from the new class told Ren Baqian, "Teacher, I want to quit school."
"What happened?" Ren Baqian was surprised. "Tell me about it anyway. I'm your teacher, and I may be able to solve your problems."
What Ren Baqian meant was that there weren't many matters that he couldn't fix in Dayao.
This youth was not outstanding in any regard, but Ren Baqian didn't wish to see his students dropping out for frivolous reasons.
"I want to pursue my dreams!"
"…" Ren Baqian was puzzled. He wondered why the word "dreams" sounded so unusual when uttered by an aboriginal.
"I want to travel to the Yun Nation, go to the sea, and raid ships. I want to live like they do in 'One Piece!'" the young man solemnly declared as he clenched his fist.
As Ren Baqian looked at his solemn face, his eyes twitched. Then, Ren Baqian silently took out a gun from the table, pointed it at the young student, and said, "I will give you another chance to rephrase your words!"
"I…"
Bang, bang, bang! 
Sometimes life was interesting, especially when looking back at it after a period of time.
Many years later, this young man would become the admiral of Dayao's navy. Ren Baqian found it interesting whenever he would recall the events of that day. Sometimes, the future of a man was decided by a small thought in his childhood.
At this point in time, Ren Baqian felt that this young man was interesting.
However, when he met another person the next day, he began to think that comics were highly impactful to students in this era who lacked entertainment. This influence was even greater than he had imagined.
When Ren Baqian arrived in class the next day, he felt that something was wrong. After searching for half a day, he finally found out what was wrong; several shiny bald heads.
It wasn't uncommon to see bald heads in Dayao since the weather was hot and many people shaved their heads to save time.
However, there were significantly more bald heads in class today, and one of them greatly surprised him.
Below the bald head was a very beautiful face.
"Zhuo Hua, what happened to your hair?" Ren Baqian asked as he rested both hands on the table. The female aboriginals either tied their hair into buns or braided it, but she looked rather striking with her bald head.
"I suddenly felt like shaving it…" Zhuo Hua blushed and stammered.
"What in the world was your reason?" Ren Baqian felt uneasy and pulled a long face.
"It's said that this will make a person strong…" someone beside her whispered.
Many students snickered.
Ren Baqian was dumbstruck.
"Please sit down. Do you think the stories in the comics are true?" Ren Baqian didn't rebuke them but asked with concern.
"I believe they are! Such things must have happened in some corner of the world—otherwise, where did those stories in the comics come from?" someone said after standing up. He looked serious and was the same student from the day before who had said he wanted to live like they did in One Piece.
"I feel that it's possible or even real. What if it's real?" another person asked.
"Whether it's real or not, it's interesting either way, though I hope it's real."
Ren Baqian thought about the answers given by the students.
The impact of those comics was greater than he had expected.
These students had not been exposed to many things, did not have much entertainment, and had also never seen comics in this world before.
His original intention was for the comics to provide some entertainment for these students while also expanding their imagination. He never expected so many students to treat them as real.
People on Earth were exposed to various kinds of information from a young age and were able to distinguish between stories and reality.
Children on Earth might fantasize about being Ultraman, a Super Saiyan, a Monkey God, or one of the Calabash Brothers.
Ren Baqian himself had wanted to become the sixth brother of the Calabash Brothers when he was young.
These students had just been exposed to something new, and it wasn't incomprehensible to him.
It looked like he needed to expose them to more information in order to hone their ability to distinguish fact from fantasy.
He might have to go and make a newspaper or something similar, for example, a Lan City Daily. It would train the students, entertain the residents of Lan City, and serve as his mouthpiece.
He used to focus on science and technology, but it was apparent that other topics aside from science and technology were still relevant. 


In a world where its inhabitants can destroy a city wall single-handedly, the empress has a kirin as her pet, and the imperial palace of Great Xia has a pool containing a dragon. There is also a Sword Mountain where spirit swords occasionally leave in search of a master .

Bootlicking the empress, Ren Baqian ascended to the apex of life.　　

Among the 12 Chinese candidates, there were two girls and ten boys. They stayed in six double rooms on the same floor.
As Ye Jian and Yang Ye entered their room, the first thing they did was to take out the books and exam papers, some of which were in English, from their luggage and put them next to the head of their beds.
They didn't pack other clothes, except for their blue and white school uniforms. The short-sleeved shirts and long trousers had a refreshing sports style.
It was lunchtime at 12 o'clock. When Ye Jian and the other 11 Chinese candidates walked to the cafeteria of the hotel, they found that all the candidates from the different countries had gathered there!
As a token of their hospitality, the students of Australia, which was the host country, talked with the students from other countries in the cafeteria.
Ye Jian glanced around the cafeteria. There were several groups of black-haired Asian students, but the Vietnamese students were not seen. She must know their whereabouts to keep an eye on the Red Scorpion.
At the sight of so many students in one cafeteria, Yang Ye whispered to Ye Jian, "Tut, tut, tut. I'm going to have stomachache due to the pressure…"
"Do not…" Before Ye Jian could finish her words, a commotion came from behind. And then, she heard Gu Fan, a Chinese candidate, saying in a deep voice, "You need to apologize!"
All the students participating in the competition spoke fluent English. And Gu Fan spoke standard American English. Ye Jian knew it was him by listening to him speak.
As she turned around, she saw a Vietnamese boy glaring at Gu Fan. There were several books scattered on the floor. Gu Fan brought them over from China.
"Why should I apologize?!" said the Vietnamese boy in a fierce tone. Sneering, he continued, "This is a public place. And you have blocked our way by standing here!"
The viciousness of the boy and the hatred in his words were a bit absurd.
And the other Vietnamese students were just like him. It seemed as if the Chinese students in front of them were their enemies.
"You are a group of impolite invaders. I will not apologize to you," said the boy, escalating a simple matter to the conflict between the two countries. 
All of a sudden, the Chinese students shot sharp and fierce glances at the Vietnamese students.
Invaders? How dare he claim that the Chinese were invaders?!
Ye Jian had a calm look on her face, but her black eyes were shooting a sword-like gaze at the Vietnamese student.
She approached the stone-faced Gu Fan and whispered to him, "Go and get the teachers. Let's not argue with them about this kind of matter." If these Vietnamese students wanted to discuss the conflicts between China and Vietnam in the past 30 years, she wouldn't mind talking with them.
Gu Fan lowered his head to look at his books which were knocked over on the floor. He thought that now that he was in Australia, he should not have disputes with the students of other countries. As he bent over to pick up his books, Ye Jian grabbed him by his wrist. Smiling, she said, "They should apologize and pick up your books. It has nothing to do with international conflicts. We don't need to treat these people of ill manners kindly."
She spoke in English with composure in her tone. But the look in her eyes was fierce.
"I will go and find the teachers. Boys, help Ye Jian! Don't let anyone bully her!" said Yang Ye sternly. She had realized that the Vietnamese were provoking them intentionally. "I don't believe they have the guts to play any tricks in this place!"


Through years of abuse and death threats, Ye Jian is not so ready to bid adieu to this world just yet! Fortunately, destiny has granted her another shot at life. Only this time, she is determined to become the master of her own fate and retaliate her oppressors from her previous life. It's payback time.
 
Although reborn with beauty and youth, Ye Jian obviously holds higher pursuits. In this life, she is determined to become an extraordinary commando. No, she does not need love, family, or any affection! 
 
He is born in a powerful family; and step-by-step, he becomes the youngest Major General through his own merits. He is drawn to her every move, despite her repeatedly shunning him.
 
"What you need is love, my little fox," he whispers.
"Get lost! I need bullets!" She steps away.
 
Behold. Let this novel take you through the warm, happy, loyal, and passionate story of the aggressive military couple.

Chapter 197. Beijing conservatory of music (1)
The Beijing Conservatory of Music was the largest conservatory.
Together with the Central Conservatory of Music and the Northern Conservatory of Music, they are called the three major conservatory.
It was founded in 1983 and has 37 years of history so far.
Although it is not as old as the central conservatory of music, it has also produced a large number of talents in recent decades.
Many famous composers, pianists and singers have emerged from it. It has a respectable reputation at home and even around the world.
The Beijing Conservatory of Music is located on the bank of Beihai, adjacent to the famous Beihai Park. It has an excellent geographical location.
The area of the conservatory is very small, and its scale is not even comparable to that of several middle schools in Beijing, and the total number of teachers and students in the school adds up to only more than 2,000, which is simply not comparable to the school with thousands of students in the University City.
Ren has never been to the Beijing conservatory of music before, but this higher music school has been famous for a long time.
It is said that every year there are tens of thousands of students who come to Beijing to apply for the conservatory.
Most of them have been trained since childhood. They are proficient in such aspects as piano, violin, national musical instruments and so on, and can crush a guy like Ren into slag.
However, most of these arrogant children will be mercilessly eliminated in the process of applying for the conservatory.
Many of the candidates' family has spent a lot of money on training them, then after arriving in Beijing, they spend a lot of money to ask the teachers in universities for guidance, only to be told that there was no hope of getting in.
Therefore, those who can be admitted to the conservatory are not ordinary people. Genius is a common pronoun among them.
As the second semester has just started, many students are on the campus. Many were holding guitar cases in their hands or they were wearing headphones listening to music.
They were all the students of Beijing conservatory of music. In another term, they were all geniuses who have gotten admission into the conservatory.
"There are a lot of people here."
Amidst those walking groups of students was Ren. He was wearing a black jacket and normal grey pants. Of course, there were sunglasses and a mask hiding his face.
People may wonder why an actor like Ren was here?
The answer was simple. Ren was here to learn music. He has earlier requested Director Zhao to let him learn about the essence of music.
Director Zhao has agreed and contacted his friend named Che Shu who was a professor in the composing department of the conservatory.
It should be noted that the Beijing conservatory of music didn't give permits to attend lectures just to anyone.
Ren was extremely lucky to get a permit to attend the lectures. It was only possible due to the connections of Director Zhao.
"Now, where should I go?"
Ren has taken some time out of an advertisement shoot to come here today but he noticed that he has a lot of time in his hands.
The lecture he wanted to attend was about composing and it would be presided over by professor Che Shu himself.
Ren also wanted to introduce himself to the professor and thank him for letting him listen to the lectures but the lecture will start in an hour.
Ren has come too early.
'Let's head to the library.'
As he has time, he decided to not waste time and head to the library. He can read books about music and composing there.
He made his way to the library and on his way, various people glanced at him because of his attire.
Ren can't do anything about it. He would be hoarded with students if he took off his mask and sunglasses but as a result, Ren was looking like someone suspicious.
Although it was weird to wear sunglasses inside a building, Ren just ignored it.
His celebrity life has made him used to wearing sunglasses.
Ignoring all the suspicious glances he received, Ren finally reached the library.
The library was full of books and Ren felt like he was in a sea of books and all the books were about music or singing.
Ren didn't even know that there are so many books about music in the world. It was shocking to be exact.
'Will there be a book on acting here too?'
Ren thought that there should be one or two books about acting in this library too but he chose to ignore the thought in his head.
He had to search through the whole library to find a book about acting and there was no guarantee that he would even find one.
He decided to focus on the books about musical theory for now.
Ren took a book out of a shelf and saw the title 'Harmonics'. He opened it and saw that all the words were in English and there was no Chinese character in it.
He took out another book titled 'The theory of music' and noticed that it was also in English.
It was not like Ren was unable to read the English characters, it was just that Ren was surprised to see so many books in English here.
Anyway, in the end, he finally decided to read a book titled 'Light music and song making'.
It was a book with a red covering and just reading the preface made him interested in it.
The book was about composing light music and how one should hold on to the emotions to bring out the true value of a song.
There were a lot of views of famous composers in the book and how just a little change can completely change a song's quality and value.
Ren was completely immersed in reading the book. He has never thought that a book about music can be so interesting.
He also felt that he had made a self discovery today. He was more interested in music than he had thought.
As he was reading the book, a silhouette suddenly approached him. It was a silhouette of a girl who was strangely wearing a big cap and glasses.
It was hard to see her full face because of that.
"Excuse me."
"Ah, what do you want?"
Ren said as he turned around to look at the girl wearing the big cap.
"Um, can you give me that book?"


Ren, he was someone with great talent in acting and singing but due to bad luck and some wrong choices, he was only able to become a third rate actor.

After dying in an accident, he noticed that he had returned to the past.

With the help of his talents and the knowledge of future, he started his journey to become the trendiest star of the century.

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Chapter 3. Essay competition (1)

"We are going to be have a essay competition in our school next week."

When Shiki sensei announced that, the students started murmuring among themselves.

"I haven't wrote a essay for years."

"I wonder if there would be some sort of prize."

"I hope it isn't mandatory to enter. I really suck at essays."

"Can't we have a video game competition or something?"

As the students were murmuring, Shiki sensei sighed and said.

"Listen to the whole announcement, first. The contest will be mandatory for all and there would be one winner for every class and the winner for every class will compete against each other for the prize money."

"I wonder how much is the prize money?"

"It's going to be a hassle if you want to win."

"Yeah, the winner would be probably from a literature club or a book club."

"Do those kind of clubs even exist?"

"Silent!!"

With Shiki sensei shout, the students again fell into a silence. Shiki sensei again sighed heavily and said.

"I am not finished yet. The competition will be held on Friday next week and there would be no classes that day. So, you could leave after submitting your essay."

With that the students all burst into excitement. They were all troubled by the pressure of exams and hearing that, they can leave early flushed them with excitement. 

There were many students who were already making plans like going to karaoke or a movie. The essay competition had given them a opportunity to relax for a bit.

As Ren was watching the class filled with excitement, Kei tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, Ren what do you think about that?"

"About what?"

"Of course, the essay competition. Do you also want to finish early and hang out like them?"

Kei said as he pointed towards the group of kids happily making plans. 

"I don't know. What about you?"

"I will probably write it till the end."

"Huh, you aren't the type to write till the end. Instead of writing, you will probably read a light novel or something."

Ren said as he stared at Kei confusingly. He knew that Kei wasn't the type to take things seriously. The only things he take seriously are light novels, mangas and anime.

"Well, I thought I will give writing a chance."

"You. Writing?"

"Yeah, it's seems fun. I thought I will take something seriously for once."

"You wanted to take something seriously and you choosed writing."

"Yeah."

Ren didn't knew what to think of it. Kei was taking interest in writing suddenly. He was confused by this but he didn't try to ask him the reason behind this. Ren knew that everyone has their own secrets.

"You are acting weirdly these days."

When Ren heard Kei's words, he was somewhat startled. The last thing he want was anyone finding about his identity.

"....You think so?"

Kei nodded his head at Ren's words and said.

"Yeah, you have been slightly weird these days. It's like you got somewhat mature suddenly."

"Maybe, it's just your imagination."

Kei shook his head at Ren's words and said.

"No, it isn't my imagination. You are suddenly taking interest in books. Previously, you only read some light novels but now, I see you reading those literature books everytime. You even had a smiling expression reading those."

"I have just taken a sudden interest in books."

"I think it's more than just a sudden interest. Are you thinking of going to a literary college or something."

"Literary college?"

Hearing the word literary college, Ren suddenly thought of the time when he used to study in the literary college.

It was also the time when his first book was released. He had suddenly gotten famous in the campus and everyone had started recognising him.

Professors had started giving him attention and they always looked at him with smiles. He had also gotten popular among the girls.

His popularity was so high that the campus queen had confessed to him and they had started dating. Of course, the relationship between them didn't last long and they broke up after a year but it was a time of his life that Ren can't forget.

It was the start of his fame and his destruction. How could he forget about that.

"Ren, Ren, are you even listening to me?"

"Ha, sorry, I was just thinking about something."

Ren quickly broke out of his stupor when he heard Kei's voice.

"Do you want to visit the bookstore later? I wanted to buy a book on essays."

"Ah, sure, I wanted to buy some books too."

Ren answered with a smile on his face. He don't know why but he was now looking forward to the essay competition.

* * *

In the staff room of teachers, Shiki sensei sighed as he soon as he sat down in his seat.

"Are you worried about something? Shiki sensei."

Shiki sensei turned his head towards the voice and noticed that the one who asked the question was Hinata sensei who was a chemistry teacher.

"It's nothing. I am just worried about that kids nowadays are more interested in video games than books."

"Hahaha, Isn't that obvious. Teenagers nowadays are more interested in games and movies than books."

Hinata sensei said with a laugh. She was a young female teacher who was still in her 20s. So, she could better understand the students mentality.

"Is it about the essay competition?"

Another teacher asked and Shiki sensei just nodded at that.

"Times are really degrading. When I announced in my class that there will be a essay competition, all the students were just happy about the fact that there would be no classes. No one seems to care about the competition."

This time it was Sato sensei who spoke. He was the oldest teacher in the school and was nearing his 50s. 

"It was the same in my class."

"Me too. They really don't care about the essay competition."

"They are just happy that they will be able to leave school early."

Hearing the conversation several teachers shared their grievances and sighed. They were upset that students were more interested in leaving school early than the essay competition.

"Nakai sensei must be feeling bad."

Hinata sensei said as she looked at Nakai sensei who was silently reading a book in the corner.

Hearing her words, all the teachers looked at Nakai sensei but he didn't say anything and just continued to read his book.

For him reading a book was more interesting than a conversation.

"Yeah, Nakai sensei, you even pushed for the essay competition. Aren't you feeling bad that students aren't interested in it?"

A teacher asked him but Nakai sensei still didn't answered. He was still focusing on his book.

All the teachers just sighed seeing his behaviour. They all know that Nakai sensei wasn't the talkative type.

He was the literature teacher and it's been five years since he had started teaching in this school and his behaviour and attitude hadn't changed at all.

Although his attitude had pissed some of the teachers but they do not do anything as he teaches well and do his work diligently. It was just that he was more interested in reading books.

After sometime, Nakai sensei finally put down his book and smiled while looking out of the window.

"I wish there can be someone who can surprise me in this competition."

He muttered under his breath and continued to smile while looking outside the window.

Fame, wealth, prestige, genius, destruction, despair, loss and failure.

Those are the eight words which describes Ren's life completely.

He was hailed as a genius but his arrogance led him to despair. From a genius, he became a failure.

He was just struggling with his life when fate gave him a second chance.

Now, what will he do after he found himself waking up in another world.

In the end Magnus never got to brew his potion that day. He kept chatting with Tonks and got to know her well. She's a sixth year preparing for her N.E.W.T.s with the goal of becoming an Auror. Magnus got to know interesting information from her as she spoke about the O.W.L.s and the N.E.W.T.s exams. Tonks seemed like a nice girl and was a veritable source of information regarding many topics. And the best of all? She's a Metamorphmagus. How awesome is that? And her magical level was among the highest he had seen among the senior students at 52. Charlie was a 50 and he was among the best. 
Tonks always searched for abandoned classrooms to study for her exams as her common room was way too noisy. Most subjects were manageable but potions had always been a tough subject for her. She always wondered how Snape let her in for the N.E.W.T class. Maybe he took pity on her? Who knows, but she made it in with a grade of EE instead of the usual O required by Snape. Then again there were too few students willing to take N.E.W.T level potions so there's that.
When she first saw Magnus with a potion's setup, she thought it was another first year in over his head. They get a few of them every year especially in Ravenclaw. But his prowess at healing and the way he answered her probing question about potions made her think otherwise. 'Hmm, just maybe,' she had an idea.
"Hey Magnus, how about we make a deal?" she questioned.
'Just what I wanted,' Magnus thought in glee but he didn't show it on his face. He read about a book on negotiations from his father's stash during the holidays and he was itching to try. "What do you have in mind?" he asked nonchalantly.
"How about you help me brew some potions and I'll teach you some cool spells?" Tonks offered.
"I only know potions curriculum up to the third year," Magnus revealed. Well he did learn some potions not taught in class but she doesn't need to know that.
"Only up to third year he says! You seem smart and I can see you brought the ingredients for the Wit-Sharpening Potion. That's a fourth-year potion at the very least. I want you to supply me some of the Wit-Sharpening Potions you make, when you make them. They are in great demand for students preparing for the O.W.L.s and the N.E.W.T.s. There's always more demand than supply and the prices of the potion skyrockets during this time. I would've liked to brew them myself, but I have other subjects to worry about. What do you say?" Tonks offered. It's cumbersome to get potions from the outside not to mention their cost. While there are some good students in her class that do brew and supply them but they were mostly from Slytherin so that's a no. 
"Why don't you ask your year mates?" Magnus questioned curiously. Surely, they would be better than a first year?
"It's not that easy. There aren't many students taking N.E.W.T level potions. Those that can and are willing to brew ask for a price I'm not willing to pay. Besides they don't easily sell them, less competition for them that way. And don't even talk about the other years. The professors don't look kindly upon the students who take the potions despite them knowing most do. They just let it slide as long as it doesn't become public knowledge. I don't trust others to keep it a secret," Tonks clarified.
'So, you trust me? You met me an hour ago!' Magnus's face showed his thoughts. Tonks noticed his expression and said righteously," I got a good feeling about you firstie. You are a healer, right? Keeping your patient's secrets is part of the duty."
"Right. Hmm, I can manage that, but the price you pay needs to change. I can learn enough spells by myself from the library," Magnus shrugged.
"I can help you catch girls," Tonks teased.
"What will I need girls for? If I want them for something, I can catch them myself," Magnus retorted.
'Ugh, right he's still a kid. His way of talking makes him sound older,' Tonks sighed." Then why don't you tell me what you want?"
"You are planning to be an auror right? So, you must be good at dueling. How about you teach me that?" 
"I don't see what a kid like you want to learn dueling for, but alright. Keep in mind though, I'm not the best at it," Tonks shrugged.
"It's alright. You must be better than me and that's all that matters. Why don't you also teach me one or two spells while you are at it?" 
"Sure, I guess."
"And I need a lock of your hair once in a while," Magnus suggested. This was what he really wanted ever since he heard she was a metamorphmagus.
"What do you need that for? You aren't going to curse me, are you? No funny business!" Tonks said seriously with folded hands.
"Don't worry, I'm not such a guy. There's a certain potion that needs the hair of a metamorphmagus. You are the only one I know and you are pretty brilliant," Magnus offered the last part to placate her.
"Damn right I'm brilliant. Alright I'll give you some, but you have to show me whatever you brew," Tonks relented.
"You have my word," Magnus agreed." How about you also teach me about catching girls? You know just in case."
"You cheeky little shit," Tonks put him into a choke and gave him a noogie. She calmed down eventually and agreed on the condition that he'll heal her for free whenever she asks and to also help her revising potions. Magnus readily agreed. He would have healed her anyway if she came to the medical wing so he's not losing much. He just needs to read up ahead to help her revise potions. Eventually they parted ways and agreed on a time to meet up every week. 
[Impact Points+5]
Magnus made a beeline to the library. He planned on waiting till next year before learning the higher curriculum so as to not feel bored during the classes, but since he has a reason now, he can simply learn ahead, at least in potions. Classes were just a way to earn points now anyway. 'Ugh, I have to look for another abandoned classroom. At least I made a good deal today. Wait a minute, will "that" help me? Only one way to find out, I guess. Right after hitting the library,' he thought excitedly. 
He collected many potion related books up to the N.E.W.T level as well as any other advanced potion books he could find. He still had the permission slip Madam Pomfrey wrote for him. She never bothered to ask it back so he kept it. This made finding the advanced books easy. Students can find the books if they search hard enough, but that would waste a lot of time and the slip made it all easy. 
Just as he was about to go away, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. It was a book placed on one of the higher shelves that seemed out of place. The other books around it were all related to magical subjects, but his one was titled "How to scrub your cat." No book about scrubbing cats could be that thick. He pulled down the book with a levitation charm. It was heavy and when he touched the cover on all sides, he smiled. It was another tricky book. He always made sure to check the books in the library for any sort of hidden tricks. Apart from the nasty hexes that the librarian put on some books to prevent defacing them, some books were hidden using other means. A charm that changes the name or a false cover were the common types. This one seemed to belong to the latter. He didn't remove the cover though. It would make it easy to check it out of the library if it looked normal. A quick [Identify] and the [Instant Read] option showed which 200 points to read it only further proved his guess.
He tapped himself with his wand as he approached the counter. It was a charm to make himself smell like a fresh book. It took him a while to understand what made the librarian, Madam Pince, tick. She seemed to hate everything except books. Roger got the scolding of his life once when he scratched a book cover. 
"Good day to you Madam Pince. You seem to be becoming beautiful by the day, just like a book," he greeted her. That's the best he could do on a short notice. Madam Pince looked up from whatever book she was reading and looked at him questioningly. Her eagle nose and parchment like skin tone gave her a stern countenance. "What is it Mr. Webb?"
'At least she's not sneering so that's a win. And she remembers my name. This should go well.' "I need your assistance in checking out some books Madam Pince," he spoke confidently. Madam Pince nodded her head and looked over the books he placed on the counter. She looked at them one by one. Whenever she stopped at an advanced book to stare, he would complement her and she would move on. He had her ticks down by now and he would not allow her to reject any book. Finally, she was done and he placed the books in his sling bag and he was off. 
'Done at last! The things I do for the sake of knowledge,' he lamented. It was time for dinner so he went to the Great Hall. The Weasley twins seemed too busy these days as they huddled together wherever they are. 'Probably found some new toy. They'll tell me later anyway, no need to ask.' He ate a meal with his housemates and went back to their dorms later. He took out all the books he borrowed once he reached his bed and placed them on the study table. Of course, the titles of the books were all changed now and looked like different history books. And just as he expected Roger was checking them out from afar. 'Oh Roger, you never learn.' 
He picked the false book and got onto his bed. 'Let's see your true face,' he peeled back the cover of the book slowly. It was a fake hard cover stuck over the real cover. Once it was done, the book was revealed to him, "Most Potente Potions."  
 

Magnus Webb undergoes a tragedy right as he enters the wizarding world. In his quest for revenge he becomes involved in a conspiracy that’s centuries in the making. As if all of this isn’t confusing enough, why is this Dark Lord guy always interfering with his plans? 


The story has a slow start and will pick up as it goes on. The 'system' elements aren't heavy here. The content will get mature as the story progresses. 
PS: I don't possess the rights to Harry Potter and English isn't my native language.

Itachi and Itsuki walk down the hallway to their classroom.
"Hey, wait!" Itsuki stopped Itachi.
"We should change into our robes, mine are somewhat decent, but your clothes are completely torn" Itsuki suggested. 
Itachi nodded and went to the bathroom at the end of the hall and changed his rags to the shihakusho. By the time Itachi had gotten out, Itsuki had also changed into his uniform. They both then continued on their way to the classroom. As they enter the classroom, they see what looks like a smaller version of the lecture hall they were just in. A few of the other students were already seated. Itsuki heads towards the middle of the class to find a seat but notices Itachi heading towards the back of the class and instead follows him. The two find their seat and watch the other students enter the room. Daiki enters the class and notices Itachi sitting at the back. He glares at Itachi and head towards the front of the classroom. As the last of the students trickling in find their seat, the instructor enters the class. The instructor had the appearance of a middle-aged bald man with glasses and a glowering face. 

"I am your instructor, Gengoro Ounabara! This Freshman Class One took the top scores in the entrance exam. In other words, you are in the advanced class! Rather than merely serve your future squads, train hard to excel in your various pursuits!"
The instructor went on for another few minutes about the values of shinigami then goes onto taking roll.  
The instructor begins calling out the names of the class 1 students one by one. A couple minutes he calls the last name on his roll "Uchiha, Itachi." 
After he finishes the roll, the instructor looks at the students and nods before explaining the rest of the class materials.
"There are four main subjects you will primarily focus on during your six years at the academy. These are Zanjutsu, Hakuda, Hoho and lastly, Kido. 
"Zanjutsu will entail enhancing your ability to fight with your zanpakutos. The zanjutsu is the basic fighting styles of the zanpakuto. You will receive your asauchi tomorrow. Treat these asauchis as your partners, as you will carry them for the rest of your life. This class will be held in the Zanjutsu training hall, this will be your first class of the day". Ounabara said before taking a brief look at the students. After seeing that everyone was properly paying attention, he continued his lecture. 
"The next class will the Hakuda class. This class will teach you an unarmed close combat style of fighting." Ounabara continued.
"Taijutsu..." Itachi thought to himself as listened to the lecture. 
"The next class will Hoho. Hoho is a defensive technique vital to shinigami. Once mastered one can traverse great distances with a few steps. Your fourth class will be the kido class. Kido are advanced spells that can be used for direct combat or support. Lastly remember the commandment of the shinigami: Do not seek beauty in battle. Do not seek virtue in death. Do not make the mistake of considering only your own life. If you wish to protect that which you must protect, slice the enemy you must defeat from behind."
Before Ounabara dismisses the class he adds on, "Here at the academy we won't teach you to fight for the sake of your superiors or family. As a shinigami, you should give your life to protect your friends and humanity! That is all for today!" Onoubara finished his lecture before giving the class a reminder.
"Go to the dorm building located on the west side of the academy. Report to the dorm manager and get your room assignment. You may also spend the rest of the day visiting the various facilities that the academy has to offer" Ounabara finally concluded his lecture.
 
The students gradually make their way through the door to leave the classroom. Itsuki and Itachi head towards the dormitory area.
 
"Yo Itachi! You think we'll be roommates?" Itsuki asks.
"Not sure." Itachi replies.
The two engage in small talk as they walk to the dorms and are met with multiple lines of people waiting to be admitted.  Above the lines are signs dividing up the dorms by year and class number.
"Look Itachi! Class 1 has their own dormitory!" Itsuki points to the line and the building behind it.
Itachi glances at where Itsuki is pointing at and sees a 3 story building that looked much nicer than the others. The duo enter the line and wait for their turn. 
A few moments later a voice yells "Next!". Itachi walks up to the desk and presents his identification slip. After glancing it over the receptionist gives Itachi a form to fill out for the rooms. Itachi quickly fills out the form given to him and receives the key to his room. 
"You're in dorm 3S."
Itachi takes the key and goes up the stairs to the 3rd floor. He walks down the hall and reaches his room. Upon arriving to his room, he sees a tatami floor, a short legged table with a floor cushion, and a small closet for his things. To the right of the entrance is another door leading to the bathroom. "Small but comfortable." Itachi thinks to himself. 
 
Itachi sits down and opens the book he was given by the receptionist. He carefully studies the map and memorizes where each notable location is such as the training halls and the library. Itachi also skims through the rest of the book which has extra information on the course structure and some of the academy history. When he finishes reading, he puts his book in the closet.
"First I should go to the library to collect more information about this world." He gets up and heads out of the dorm room. 
 
As Itachi leaves the main building of the dormitory, he sees Itsuki being confronted in the courtyard by Daiki.
Itachi immediately heads towards Itsuki. 
He turned to Itsuki and asked "Something wrong?" 
"I was on my way to the training field and this guy suddenly came up and stopped me!"
Daiki stared at Itachi before saying "Hmph. I told you to remember your place. Just because we are in the same class doesn't mean we are equals." 
Itachi remained silent and looked at him as if he was looking at a clown. However, Itsuki could not take it and flared up. 
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!!" 
Daiki turned back to Itsuki. 
"I said remember your place, trash!" Daiki said with scorn in his eye. 
Itsuki could no longer hold himself back and charged at Daiki. He gathered the reiatsu into his palm and charged at Daiki. The reiatsu orb was much larger than the orb that he made in the forest. 
Daiki sneered at this charge and evaded Itsuki's attack with ease. He pivoted around his punch and struck out with his own reiatsu attack. Unlike Itsuki's crude attack, Daiki had a much more refined and concentrated form of reiatsu in his palm as he struck towards Itsuki's chest. Due to his momentum, Itsuki was unable to dodge in time as he panicked. 
However just before Itsuki was struck, a hand reached out from the side and grabbed Daiki's wrist. Daiki was stunned as he saw his attack being stopped with such ease. He turned to the side to see it was Itachi who had grabbed his wrist. He struggled but was unable to free himself from Itachi's grasp.
"You!!!..." Daiki glared at Itachi with malice in his eyes. He prepared to use his left to strike, however a voice interrupted them. "You there!! Stop!" A teacher that patrolling nearby noticed the scuffle before he rushed over. He was very annoyed, since this was the first day and there was conflict between the students. He made his way over and stopped the fight from continuing. He was just about to berate the students when he noticed the kenseikan pin in Daiki's hair. 
"Fighting outside the training grounds and arena is forbidden. It's great that you want to test yourself, but do so within the confines of the rules. If the rules are broken again, then you will be punished!" He said to both Itachi and Daiki. 
"Hey, that's not fair, this guy started it!" Itsuki suddenly blurted out as he pointed to Daiki. 
"I don't care who started it. Break the rules again and you will all be punished." The teacher gave them a stern glare before leaving. 
By this time Itachi had already let go of Daiki's hand. Daiki stared hatefully at Itachi. 
"Hmph... you got lucky this time." He said before leaving the premises. 
"How was that fair? We were only defending ourselves!" Itsuki complained to Itachi.
"It is most likely because of his identity." Itachi replied
"Eh, His identity? What do you mean?" Itsuki questioned.
"When the instructor got close, he looked at his hairpin and paused. Outside the academy he also declared his noble status. It seems that some of the noblemen hold much greater influence here than expected. That instructor didn't want to only punish him so instead he warned the three of us instead." 
"But that's not fair!" Itsuki complained.
"In the short time I spent here in Soul Society, I've seen life is far from fair. The souls living here hold onto and worship family names. These things limit us and limit our capacities. It is foolish for them to fear what they have yet to see or know." Itachi replied and reminded Itsuki.
Itsuki clenched his fist then he nodded.
"Thanks for saving me." Itsuki mumbled to Itachi.
Itachi smiled and nodded. 
"Watch yourself." Itachi reminded him one last time before bidding farewell and making his way to the library. 
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The library was a small building located near the center of the academy. Most students that joined the academy would focus most of their time with physical or kido training. Many of the noble family children already had access to the information provided in the library. Due to this, the library was rarely frequented in the academy. There was a single receptionist inside the building. Because it was the first day, he didn't expect any visitors. He was lying back on his seat with his eyes closed. He was reading his book, when the door suddenly opened. He was surprised to see that someone actually visited the library during the first day. 
Itachi walked up to the receptionist and inquired about the books related to the history and geography of soul society. 
"Is there any rule to check out the books" Itachi asked.
"You can only check 3 books as a first year. But you are free to look at as many as you want as long as you are in the library" 
Itachi nodded and made his way over to the left side of the library and started browsing through the books. 
The receptionist went back to reading his book. 
"Coming here was the right choice. The books here contain a much more in depth knowledge about this world." Itachi thought as picked up a multitude of books about the history of Soul Society. After he grabs a large stack, he makes his way to a table and places the books down. 
"I can't spend too much time here. There is still the matter of getting stronger." Itachi thought before he activated his sharingan. 
His hands moved at a rapid speed flipping through the pages as he continued to read the books. After 30 minutes he had already read 10 books as he put them to the side stacked neatly.
The receptionist, curious at the rustling, looked towards Itachi who was expeditiously flipping through the pages of the book. 
"Is he crazy? What the heck is he doing? He looked towards Itachi who was already sweating and breathing heavily in the corner. 
"Why is he sweating like crazy reading books?" He thought to himself.
Itachi finally finished the 11th book before his sharingan receded. 
*Huff* "It looks like thats my limit for today". He put the books back on the shelf and headed to the exit. He looked at the receptionist and thanked before leaving the library. 
"Since I already know where the buildings for the classes are, I should just rest for the day." Itachi turned around and walked back towards the dorm. 
He noticed that Itsuki was also making his way over to the dorm and headed towards him.
Itsuki saw the fatigued Itachi approaching and was surprised. "Why does he look so worn out already?" 
"Hey, what happened? Where did you go?" Itsuki asked. 
"The library. You are back already?" Itachi replied briefly before asking Itsuki.
"Yeah, I just visited the different facilities, I just want to go to sleep. But enough about me, what the heck happened to you. Why are so winded after visiting the library?" Itsuki curiously asked. 
"I read a lot of books." Itachi replied before heading to his own dorm.
"Uh...okay?" Itsuki saw that itachi didn't continue and headed to his own room. 
Itachi laid down on the mat and stared at the ceiling. "What a long day." Itachi thought to himself before slowly closing his eyes and drifting into sleep.

Itachi Uchiha, the hidden hero of the 4th shinobi world war, fulfilled his last and final duty to the hidden leaf and made amends with his brother Sasuke. Itachi passes on into the afterlife but finds himself to be in Soul Society 44 years prior to the events of Ichigo becoming a soul reaper. With this second chance at life living as a soul, Itachi must adapt to this new world as a Shinigami.

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The commotion of the new semester turned into a ruckus after a few days, which had then turned into chaos in the span of the first month. That is to say, nothing had changed at all during this entire month. Being in charge of first graders on her third year as a teacher proved to be a challenge for Hee Yeon Kim, but for reasons she could only describe as &quot;complicated,&quot; she had been forced into this difficult task. To say that her experience was lacking was a gross understatement, and it was near impossible for her to manage the ruckus that the first graders were creating. As such, it became somewhat of a routine for the teachers of adjacent classrooms to intervene and suppress(?)* the children of Class 1-3. Perhaps it was thanks to that, or perhaps the children had simply grown accustomed to school after a month, but they had reached the point where they would calm down just enough for class to start. Hee Yeon had to settle for that. Nonetheless, as soon as breaktime started, the children would resume their chaotic commotion, filling the halls with their voices as Hee Yeon sat next to the window, her head in her hands in an attempt to withstand it all.

'If only they had gym class all morning long…'

But if that were the case, then she would have to be on guard, looking out for potential injuries, which would then cause even more of a psychological strain on her. In her current state of mind, however, she wished for nothing more than to escape from all the noise. When she looked up towards the classroom again, she realized that she had to say something.
&quot;Jihoon, you can't stand on the desk. You'll get hurt!&quot; She warned in her strictest tone. &quot;Heejin, don't get so close to the window! Get down from there! There, in the back! Stop running! What if you fall over?!&quot;
Even in the midst of all the chaos, she couldn't help but notice one of her students sitting quietly, in the middle of the row next to the windows. He had become the talk of the school due to his good looks, and he was the one exception in this classroom of constant cacophony. The boy was always reading. He mainly read textbooks, but sometimes would bring in children's tales from somewhere and read those. During class he would always look at her with bright eyes, listening so intently to what she said that she felt almost awkward under the pressure, but it was thanks to him that she felt proud and satisfied to be a teacher. After all, there wasn't a teacher alive who disliked diligent students.

The boy paid no mind to his teacher's rather open observation of him and just kept on reading. He was quite happy with his current lifestyle. The classes taught him new things every day, satisfying his intellectual curiosity, and every day, the knowledge he gained from his textbooks surprised him. Reading and reaching an understanding of the material in the textbooks, regardless of the curriculum, filled the boy with an almost euphoric kind of joy. This was especially true for afterschool math class, which made him feel jittery. He derived an immense sort of satisfaction with every problem he solved correctly, and as his knowledge increased, he almost felt as if he could organize his thoughts concerning his confusing circumstances.

Just as the boy was about to immerse himself in the joy of studying, someone tapped his shoulders. When he turned around, he saw that it was Jihoon. Though only a month had passed since the start of the new semester, Jihoon already stood out from the rest of the class. To put it nicely, he was a very lively child, but in reality, he was closer to a menace. He could not bring himself to sit quietly during lessons, sprinting out of the classroom to go to the restroom (and if the teacher chased after him, he would always run away with a huge smile on his face, as if he was enjoying a game of tag), and during break time, he would jump from desk to desk, like an action maniac who delighted in the thrill and excitement of dangerous activities. He was also very creative, always coming up with new ways to make the girl who sat next to him cry. All this caused the other kids to practically line up to join Jihoon in his &quot;games,&quot; and he had become infamous within the parents' SNS chatrooms. However, being the only son of a prominent family, no one could really touch him, only increasing the frustration of the victims'(?) parents and homeroom teacher.
This same Jihoon had just approached the boy, apparently nominating(?) him as the next victim, but the boy simply looked at him wide-eyed as if he didn't know what was happening. Jihoon had his back to the group of students who followed him and looked down at him. &quot;They say you look like a plaster cast,&quot; he declared arrogantly. What did that even mean? &quot;My mom saw my sister's drawing and she said it looked like you. That's what a plaster cast is. You're plaster.&quot;

The boy went blank at Jihoon's words, confused at the utter lack of context.

Jihoon was actually referring to a bit of a hot topic among parents for a brief period of time. During the entrance ceremony, the parents had discussed the boy's outstanding looks, and someone had mentioned that he looked &quot;statuesque.&quot; Following this comment, the parents of a student preparing for art school had brought up &quot;Julian,&quot; one of the plaster cast busts used as a drawing model. Of course, parents quickly fell into a typical SNS conversation, adding that their own children were just as pretty, or whose children had better looks, but it appeared that their talks of plaster casts had reached Jihoon's ears. However, being completely unaware of this whole situation, the boy sat there dumbfounded.

&quot;He's plaster face now.&quot; Said Jihoon again, almost triumphantly. At these short, nonsensical words, the students began to clap and laugh uncontrollably. Perhaps the boy's blank expression and reaction had somehow struck them as funny. Following this relatively small incident, the boy had gained the nickname &quot;plaster face,&quot; and when Myeong-su, who was in the classroom next door, found out about this, it became his nickname at the institute as well. When the teacher heard of this, she thought it was rather cute, but she was also concerned that the boy's feelings were hurt by the nickname. It wasn't uncommon for children to feel upset at nicknames they did not like and lose their spirits.

However, the boy paid no mind to it, partly because he wasn't sure whether &quot;plaster face&quot; had enough of a negative connotation to feel upset over it, and partly because he thought it was better than what they had called him back at the peasant town. They had taken to calling him &quot;scrofa**&quot; due to the fact that he scavenged in the forest all day, or just &quot;boar.&quot; Rather than being compared to a pig, covered in mud and oinking all around the place, he preferred being compared to plaster.

****

With the approach of summer, the weather had reached the point where the impatient few had already begun to wear short sleeves outside. Volunteer workers still visited the institute every so often, now that the tough weeds sprouting through the lawn of the yard had grown enough to injure to the children. Though they were promptly eradicated by the volunteers, the teachers still had to warn the children to not go into the grass.

&quot;We'll be off!&quot;

The elementary schoolers shouted out as they got off the institute's van, cheerfully waving to the teacher sitting in the driver's seat. Among the children walking to the gates of the elementary school were the two first graders, Myeong-su and the boy, one third grader, one fifth grader, and two sixth graders. The sixth graders were very composed within and without the boundaries of the institute, and the third and fifth graders followed their every step. True to his status as a carefree, energetic first grader, however, Myeong-su ran into the school grounds, dragging the boy by the hand. The older children did nothing to stop them. Rather, they looked wholly uninterested, their steps seemingly much heavier than those of other students. But Myeong-su was too excited to pay attention to such things, and he just kept on running with the boy, who ran along like a leashed puppy. Though it looked like the boy was forcing himself to go along with Myeong-su, he was actually having just as much fun. He had recently discovered the existence of the school library and was ecstatic at the thought of feasting upon the mighty(?) collections of books within. The fact that all the children from the institute took the van to get to school meant that the boy always arrived before his classmates. Once in the classroom, he left his bag at his seat and headed straight to the library.

&quot;You're first again.&quot; The librarian had just started to open the library, and the boy greeted her, a gleeful smile on his face. &quot;You can go right ahead.&quot;

Having been granted permission, the boy bowed once again to the librarian, who was making her way towards her desk, and ran into the library. The musty scent of the books that had collected overnight filled his nose, and it almost felt sweet to him. He chose three books to read for that day, all relatively thin. His knowledge and comprehension were still not advanced enough for him tackle thicker books, causing him to always reach for the thinner books, meant for the younger students, without caring for their content. Such books mainly came out in series, so he had made it a habit to just go through the books series by series. Though the boy might have been unaware, children's books were not necessarily limited to just biographies and fairy tales, but also included illustrated classical literature and economics, which were enough to satisfy the boy's thirst for knowledge. Thanks to this, he had been able to catch up on his past seven years of no education and quickly learned about the systems of this world, as well as the social environment he was in.

He was also able to fully concentrate on books because they provided an escape from all the sadness and despair that came from being thrown into a completely new society and lifestyle. Or rather, he had no choice but to fully concentrate on books. His memories of the past still haunted him, no matter how much time passed.

****

Once the teachers' morning meeting ended, Hee Yeon went back into her classroom. Her students, who once seemed like water in hot oil, now felt like powder filling up a lidless blender. Though she had no way of knowing when the blender would turn on and scatter the powder everywhere, things were under control as long as she kept a watchful eye on the switch.
Because classes had not started yet, the switch seemed to be half pressed already, though the students attempted, if only a little, to quiet down when the teacher had walked in. Only Jihoon, apparently still in hot oil rather than the blender, spoke loudly to his friend, while the rest of the students remained in their seats and murmured to each other. The children had no way of knowing that their collective murmurs let to a very loud ruckus. Only one student, called 'plaster face' by the other kids even though he looked more like a 'Julian,' paid no mind to the noise and silently read his book. After almost a full semester of knowing him, Hee Yeon thought that he was possibly in the school's top ranks when it came to concentration and attitude towards learning, and though he hadn't stood out that much at the beginning of the semester, he had started to show great improvement in writing composition and math. When the teacher in charge of the afterschool classes spoke to her about the boy, complimenting him greatly in his skills, Hee Yeon's expectations of him had grown even more. Looking at him now, reading his book, it was hard to imagine that he was from an institute.

Just then, the bell rang out, signaling the start of classes.
&quot;Well then!&quot; Announced Hee Yeon. &quot;We'll begin class. Do you know what's for first period?&quot;
&quot;Family learning!&quot;

Hee Yeon smiled despite herself. The students seemed like small birds all singing together. Then she met eyes with 'Julian.' Though she was unsure when it had started, she definitely felt that family learning classes drained her the most, especially when looking at those eyes, filled with such sorrow. The teacher of three years couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt whenever she met those eyes, and she didn't even know why.

&lt;The New Semester (1)&gt; End

*(?) – this is often used when the word used before it conveys the connotation the author wants, but is not fully accurate. For example, teachers likely helped calm the kids down and maybe reprimand them, but they didn't actually physically suppress the students.
**scrofa – from Latin &quot;scrofa,&quot; it literally means &quot;sow.&quot; Typically used to refer to female pigs used for breeding.

A boy who was living an ordinary life in another world suddenly came to the present world.

Social systems, way of life and morals... They have all changed.

How will the boy try to survive?

What kind of life will the boy live?

'Zero is talking in his head'
"Zero talking normally"
[This is the system] 

[Update return to the first day of Fifth Magic academy] 

[Eyes of Wisdom acquired]

[Auto Eyes of Wisdom equiped]

"Huh, what is that? Where is that voice coming from?" Zero questions as he looks around the room. He is in shock to find that he is in his old room. Didn't the voice tell him, he returned to the past before disaster happened?

[Correct you are 10 years in the past]

"10 years in the past! Wait what are the eyes of wisdom?" He questions as he stumbles around his room. Zero is looking for something to wear to head to the academy. For the first time in years, he is happy to be alive. A new fresh start they won't call him the worst teacher or trash. This time around he won't fail his students. 

[The Eyes of Wisdom allow the user to look at people's information like strengths and weaknesses in others. It will allow you to see faults in their hand on hand combat and magic spells.]

"Zero wake up you are gonna be late for your first day of classes. If you don't go soon all the good students will be taken!" Screams Zero's mother from downstairs who is cooking a healthy meal for her son. Daisy is proud of her son who is the youngest teacher in the kingdom. In her eyes, her son can do no bad. Zero crumbles when he hears his mother voice the cold tears trickle down his face. He failed her the first time around and it is because of him that she died. He steadily calms himself and wipes his tears. 

"I know" He answers as he heads to the dining room where his mother is setting up the table. He quickly takes a seat and starts to eat. This time around he knows not to be late. Last time he was late the other teachers spread rumors. They were jealous of him and his reputation as a prodigy.

"Have a good day at the academy" Daisy cheerfully says when she noticed that her son has a stressed look.

"Of course I will, I promise to get good students" he states to his mother. Daisy smiles widely and points at the door.

"Great go now" she orders Zero who immediately did what he is told. He heads to the academy which isn't too far.

[Does User want to use the lottery?]

'Yes' responds Zero a wheel appears in front of him. He reaches out and spins.

[Landed on 4 tier skills User received beginner, Intermediate, advance and master books on Magic theory. Does User want to consume books now?]

'Yes' answered Zero.

[Consumed you still have 2 more free spins. Do you want to continue? If you do just spin again]

Zero spins the spinner again. Once he got out of the daze from all the information appearing in his head.  

[Landed on herbs the user has received tier 6 herb, Echinacea quantity 15]

Zero spins again hoping to get another skill book.

[Landed on tier 2 skills the user received Doctor beginner and intermediate books. Does User want to consume these books?]

'Yes,' he responds excited Doctor that's the best occupation. They are paid well for their healing abilities and their medicine.

[Consumed]

'Are tiers how much books you get?' He questioned since he got 4 books on tier 4  and 2 books on tier 2.

[Correct this works only for skills that go from tier 1 to 4. The others go by how strong the items are. Do you want to open beginner's chest.]

'Yes,' he responds softly. He has a bit of time before reaching the academy.  A chest appeared in front of him. Zero reached out and opened it.

[User has received tier 13 Sword. The user has received a tier 12 medicine. The user has received a tier 10 pill of charm. The user received tier 14 ring of space]

'A ring of space those are very expensive,' Zero exclaimed as he grabbed the ring.

[Does user want to transfer all his belonging into the ring of space]

'Yes,' Zero quickly responds as he put the ring on. He transferred a bit of magic to the ring to recognize him as its owner. This way no one but him can access it.

[Transfer complete. User has arrived at the Academy.]

[Mission Alert: Take in 10 students in the next 5 hours. If the user succeeds he will receive 30 points to use to raise his stats. 10,000,000 gold coins to either use in the shop or keep]

Zero decided not to ask what the shop is until much later. He already reached the school. No way will he be late. Zero heads to the teacher's stage. Where they will talk about themselves and who they are. The last time Zero didn't make it on time. So it was harder for him to get students. He used his shadow steps to quickly appear in his seat. He is exactly on time. Many around him gasped in astonishment.

"Right on time young Zero" acknowledges Elder David. The Elder likes people who are on time. Elder respects people who know how to manage responsibilities. 

"Of course Elder David how can I not be on time. Today is special for the kingdom" Zero responds. Wanting to make sure he doesn't make Elder David his enemy again. He could never catch a break with this man. The Elder thought he was good for nothing.

"Good I expect great things from you young Zero. I hope your students will become prodigies like yourself" Elder David praises. The young male in front of him is only 20 and became a teacher. The Elder thought the young teacher would be childish. Gladly he isn't and is very serious about the next generation. The Elder turned to the audience of 15 to 17-year-olds with a smile.

"Hello, children soon you'll find a teacher. Our teachers can compare to those from the higher schools. We are even able to win over teachers who should be teaching in the number 1 academy. We promise to make you the best you can be. Now we will be presenting teachers" Elder David announces and the crowd cheered. The teachers softly clap once he finished. 

"Teacher Blaze has 3 years of teaching. She is 28 and has reached tier 10. She is talented has raised 3 students to tier 11" He announces many face her in awe. She stands up and sent the students a soft smile. Zero knows different he knows that she loves to manipulate and use people. She won't hesitate to kill her student if it saves her ass. That witch only cares for herself. In his last life Blaze convinced him to do something for her. Which caused me to look bad in front of the whole school.

"Next we have Teacher Klein he has been teaching for 12 years. Has students who reached tier 14. He is 37 and is a tier 13. Teacher Klein is talented in the art of swords. He was a guard in the king's guard" Announces Elder David. Zero looks at the numerous amount of children who want Klein as their teacher. Especially those who want to be guards. Klein has some very harsh training many get injured in his training. He almost crippled many of his students. He is also very disrespectful to those he deems unworthy. The rankings of magicians are based on the tier the strongest is tier 30. There is higher but no one in the kingdom has reached higher so no one knows for sure if it's true. Teachers are usually either tier 10 or higher. All the children below are tiers 1 to 4. After they leave they would be at least tier 5. Raising tier is difficult being able to reach tier 10 you already are seen as successful. Since in the kingdom, only 30% can make it on tier 10. In that 30 %, only half can go higher. And in that 15%, less than 1% can make it tier 20. 
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After 5 more teachers were announced. Elder David decided to announce Zero. Which was earlier than what Elder David first decided. 

"This is Teacher Zero our youngest teacher. He just joined the academy and he is 20. Teacher Zero is a tier 13 magician. He is wanted by all magic academies. The Magic Council decided for him to join this one!" Announces Elder David Zero stood up and gave everyone a gentle smile. Many were in awe since he is 20 and tier 13. Many of the teachers were seething with jealousy. Zero sent them a quick smirk. This time around they'll be the ones begging on their knees for him to help them.

Zero is thrown back in time and with a video game-like system. He will climb in the rankings of the kingdom. Zero will make sure that his mother won't die in poverty.

"I will not be the trash magic teacher anymore" Zero declared he will be the number 1 teacher in the kingdom no in all kingdoms. He won't be incriminated for crippling a kid nor will he lose to anyone.  

Warning: this story contains BxB and BxG Zero is bisexual.

Also this is my story and it's also on wattpad so please don't say I stole it from wattpad! Also this one is a bit different from the original as more things were added and things were edited out.

from my point of view, books are very important because they show pathways in life . Books teaches people about society. Learning to Read is important it helps to develop the mind before computers were around many many decades ago. And for you why important??
I'm looking for a book explaining molecular biology in a language which is understandable and exciting for non-biology majors or freshman college students. The idea is to make such people interested in the field and excited about the topics while taking a biology class rather than just sitting there and waiting for the class to end..!
We learn things through the use of books and with the aid of our teachers. ... Reading booksbeyond the ones assigned in school isimportant because this opens up different worlds for students. This also helps in sharpening students' wit and imagination, something that is not simply taught inside the classroom that why books are important to people

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