Chương 8: Chapter Eight(8)
"Nope, don't talk. I'm not done reading mine," a voice called from behind us.
"You'll manage. Please!" Matthew pleaded.
"I can't tell you, but I have a new update. You'll get it after school."
"Yeah, the principal…" Matthew sighed, lowering his head.
The manga's growing popularity might attract the principal's attention, and the last thing I needed was for them to seize my copies or, worse, shut down my mission to introduce culture to these kids. Of course, considering that the Marvel Universe's general tech level matched modern-day Earth, stopping my distribution of physical copies wouldn't affect me much. I planned to release digital versions soon.
"Don't worry. By next month, you should be able to read it online."
"Who has time to wait a whole month?" Matthew scoffed.
"Then you'll just have to wait for the next update."
We spent the rest of the ride talking about anything and everything. Ignoring my original motive for befriending him—suspecting he might be a reality warper—Matthew and I genuinely got along. Well, mostly. He did most of the talking, rambling about the manga, while I took mental notes. After all, I hadn't read all of Dragon Ball's manga, so I'd have to fill in gaps myself eventually.
Matthew and I were freshmen at the local public high school. It was a bit far from home, but close enough that we arrived within minutes. Movies always exaggerated high school life. In my past life, I attended primary and secondary school—not middle or high school. Same thing, different names. Everything I knew about high school came from movies and the news—both unreliable, given Hollywood's tendency to exaggerate.
Sure, some students acted like high school was the peak of their lives, but they didn't bully everyone like in the movies. This was a sobering reminder: I wasn't just in a fictional universe. This was a real world with real people, not just comic characters following a script. Even the so-called "high school divas" mostly minded their business. Maybe they were just like this because I was new.
Either way, these people grounded me in reality. I used to scoff at fanfiction protagonists who dismissed their worlds as "fiction," but now I understood. It wasn't about seeing people as literal characters—it was realizing the world revolved around specific figures while everyone else was just background noise.
"See ya after class," Matthew said, pulling me in for a hug before we went our separate ways. Our lockers were far apart, and we didn't take the same subjects.
School was as boring as expected. I already knew most of what they taught, and anything I didn't know, I picked up within minutes. That left me plenty of time to brainstorm more storylines for the manga and entertainment projects I planned to release soon.
I just needed to get equipment before next month to start. My other plans were long-term, but this? I could begin immediately—wait…
"Oh my god, I'm an idiot," I muttered, slapping my forehead.
I had access to metals I could control with my mind.
In the Resource Dimension, I had an abundance of materials that responded to thought. The Tenth Metal was just one of many—there was Nth Metal, Psionic Bio-Metal, Transformium (or whatever they called it), and more. Some didn't even require technical knowledge. Just imagining what I wanted would be enough for them to shape themselves.
Metals like Transformium, Nth Metal, and Tenth Metal were especially good at this. Psionic Bio-Metal required some knowledge of what I was making, but even that wasn't a huge limitation.
With these resources, I didn't have to wait for my freelancing sites to generate income. I could start now.
Grinning like an idiot, I glanced at the teacher still lecturing at the front of the class. A Resource Dimension changed everything.
Wait… I could also sell valuable materials like emeralds or jadeite and be swimming in money instantly.
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