Lethargic and without any light in my eyes, I woke up regretfully as another day greets me with its blinding radiance.

Mom used to open the curtains for me. Yeah, for me... When I know, it's just her way of screwing me.

That was ungrateful of me, but this is what a mom's love is like. It's either I take it or I take it... You really don't have a choice.

As usual, It's 10:00 in the morning already and the hustle and bustle of the real world are already this noisy.

I plugged my ears with music as I eat my breakfast chips. It's very unhealthy, but who cares if it's death that I seek. Big brother can take care of my parents as it is...

He has a good job, a pretty girlfriend, and a life. I am not saying I want to die because I don't have that kind of stuff. I simply live my life the way I see fit. Call me a dreck of society, trash, or whatnot— a hopeless weeb that can't accept reality.

But color me impress... I love the way I live!

That's why I am even doing it in the first place. I cracked my neck as I consume my daily dose of entertainment. You name it— manga, novels, and games... I am a hopeless degenerate, and I will remain that way for days to come.

"It's time I should add a chapter to this baby of mine... Let's see what I can do... Chapter 19, what should I write?"

As a 17-year-old, it has always been my fantasy to transmigrate to a magical world filled with novelty... But I just can't... Nah, even if I have a choice, I won't. I guess this is why it remains a fantasy. If I am crazy enough, I could turn it into a goal actually...

Come on! This world has everything I need! The other world doesn't have internet, good food, and 2d waifus... Seeking danger is nothing but a foolish attempt of the hopeless, I am not that hopeless...

I am working on this current project of mine, focusing my entire being on it. I even halted my many side projects and have slept a lot less just to give my time to this— Meanest Mob! It's about a guy reaching his 30s who mysteriously transmigrated into his novel... Not so complicated, right? I can make it complicated, but I am still on the fence as to how to create the proper mystery...

"Monster! RUn FoR YoUR lives!"

Huh? Where's that scream coming from? That sounds like mom... Monster? She must be exaggerating, right?

"Call DA SECurity!"

Is it dad? He's just behind my door. What's the need to shout for? We live in a subdivision, so if you want to find security, just wave by the window... Why bother this useless son?

Ye lovely parents of mine are disturbing my thought process, I can't concentrate...

I opened the door irritated by my parents' attempts to convince me of going out, and what greeted me... is me—

My already gloomy complexion has gotten darker. It's as if my life is being drained by the bloody sight in front of me. There was an uncanny sense of familiarity, then their's fear.

What the hell is happening?

A face that shares my own, a familiar mole under his right eye with that pale and thin complexion. It is unmistakably me.

It smiled, flashing his monstrous set of teeth resembling a wolf's. The smell of blood invaded my nose. Just by the door is the pool of blood, and the person lying on top of it is my father in his disfigured form.

"HEEEEeeeelp!"

It was a pathetic cry, but this is the only thing I can do. Fear is overtaking my sense of reason.

I screamed only for the monster to grab me by my throat.

I... I remember...

***

I woke up. This time, it's the real world. This is definitely the real world. I can feel the wind streaking against my cheeks, it's painfully cold as the night is both chilly...and deadly.

No one will notice a falling youth from this height especially with the interference of the night. I tried to scream, but I can't... The egos are interfering with the control of my body.

They are... hostiles.

It's pretty obvious now. Someone tampered with my memories. No, it's not just my memories, but also the flow of my reasoning. The fact this transmigration didn't bother me a bit is concerning. And more so, that— I ignored the presence of the voices in my head.

Me, going into this academy is planned, guided not by my own will but by another.

And this another has come to decide to dispose of me. The trigger word 'in the box' caused me to suffer from whatever collar is restricting me. As my negative emotions continue to snowball, this collar finally broke.

I am done with playing the third perspective.

There is only me now— I am the first perspective!

Only my own strength can save me now. There is no way to drastically increase potential-grade, but there is a way for me to become stronger— the path of an anomaly, the outlier power sourced from human inspiration and ingenuity.

Hidden deep within my memories are stocks of knowledge unreachable to my current amnesiac state. I have to find a way to them.

They say the speed of thought is equivalent to the speed of light given that the delivery of neural codes in the brain are sent through bioelectrical signals. I only have 8 seconds more to go until I become a meat paste.

8 seconds, do or die...

I delved deep back into my mind. Back into the nightmare that awoke my sense of reason.

***

Fear reminded me of memories gone by, it returned reason to me. Maybe fear itself is the highest form of memory.

This must be why as the monster in front of me slowly dismember me of my limbs, I am also regaining parts of me that I thought were lost.

But they are never lost. They've always remained by my side. The joy of reuniting with these memories shadowed the torture being inflicted on me.

How is this even possible?

As whites fill my eyes, my tears of delight continue to downpour. As white froth gathered in my mouth, the edge of my lips raised into a smile. My exposed bones were scraped by the monster's sharp protruding nails, but I am relieved to be alive despite all of the searing pain.

It was a manic sight.

***

I almost fainted from the pain of my memory, but I carried on...

2 seconds mercilessly vanished.

I barely recognized the sciences I intimately studied during middle school and high school. They serve no use to me now, but I can feel a massive boost of independence.

I felt liberated. After the collar was undone, it's now the shackles' turn to be shattered.

I screamed with all my might—

"HEEEEEELP!"

There are a total of 476 egos in my head, and with a single thought, I annihilated the other 473... I spared the other 3 since I have questions that need answering. 3 is a magic number I sincerely hold in high regard. This way, I can also confirm the veracity of their words.

1 second disappeared like that.

The world doesn't revolve around me. I can't expect others to save me from my imminent death and then a guarantee after that, that I will live. I have to do something for myself.

Once more, I succumbed to the flow of my memories as my consciousness recede into its depths.

***

"I am dead"

I felt like a passenger on this roller coaster ride of emotions. I can do nothing but watch as the monster drags me by my hair.

The pain-translated signals remained, it felt so vivid you will mistake it for your reality. I have no power to influence this nightmare-like sequence.

I am a spectator after all and what I am seeing has already happened. I wanted to talk to this monster. Who is it? Why is it here? What is its purpose? New budding curiosity and a desire for revenge are slowly rooting in my heart.

My mother's neck was covered in serious bite marks of a feral animal. She's still breathing and alive, as seen by the undulations in her chest.

I saw the light flicker in her eyes as her diminutive tears gathered in a line. I can feel the same tears pouring from my eye sacs.

Regret, sadness, and an overwhelming sense of resignation— negativity fills my heart with despair.

It is painful, but I shall carry this despair. I will wield it as my weapon, then shove it to the face of whoever is responsible for this evil.

***

It all came back to me. My memories. Everything.

Simulations of my dilemma played in my mind. My knowledge of this world and my past world weaved by itself as I adapt to the situation.

My fingers dug deep into the concrete walls of the building. I persistently clung to the walls, but instead, my fingers snapped from the pressure.

The materials used in the Academy's structures aren't normal in any way. They are special by all means, and the hardness of these concrete walls is nothing but menacing.

Both of my hands are in a mangled state. I continued to fall, but not all hope are lost.

I need to break my fall.

I kicked hard, but because of the walls being made of reinforced concrete, I sprained my ankle. If I kick too weakly and failed, that would be an unforgivable loss of time.

My nerves reflexively shut down as my sense of self-preservation kicks in. The pain of the bloody state I am in was no more. But the damage is real.

If not for my shallow elementary understanding of the nervous system, I wouldn't be able to do this.

Imagine a far more in-depth knowledge.

Thankfully,

I just have the right thing, an intimate knowledge of monster anatomy and physiology— it's fictitious academic knowledge, but the efforts I poured through in studying it is not to scoff at...

Logic, citations, and well-thought research. These are the foundations of established academe, and despite where I stood in society, this passion stayed with me.

My bloody self went into a parabola as the drag of gravity shifted to the momentum I desire.

The self-inflicting pain of my struggle is worth it, for it bought me precious time. According to my estimates, I at least have 10 seconds until the impending collision.

[Mind Over Body]! I need you more than ever.

I want to fly, thus I will fly, I instilled these thoughts in me— pneumatized bones protruded from my back with a painful squelch, it was a disgusting sight.

Many students below cried in panic with the now visible commotion. A nasty sight of meat bulging from my back ensued, there was a splash of red which made the visual impact grittier.

Small feathers grew from my back. It offered more counterforce as I descend, but the imminent impact came earlier than I anticipated.

I harshly landed as my mutation slowly retract my still-forming wings. It buried deep, returning to its original fleshy state.

***

"HEEEEEELP!"

Celine heard the cry for help. She is on her way to R&R, Restaurant for the Rich, for her dinner with Merrick. She looked where the disturbance is coming from, and above she saw... A bloody spectacle of descending deformity.

It happened so fast, she wasn't able to react on time. Celine summoned her blue threads shaped from electrical signals, she tried her best to impede the fall. It did little, but this is the best Celine can do.

It looks like she has to cancel her dinner with Merrick now. She doesn't like it, but what can she do? Duty calls.

***

TRIVIA!

Trolls— are born from the degeneration of the earth. From clay, it turns to flesh while their organs were shaped from the dirt. Their hearts are special, capable of continuously pumping and creating blood nonstop. Their blood has high toxicity.

"DIE-E-E-E!"

Trolls get stronger and more flesh-like the more they live. Their age is proportionate to their height and strength.

STRENGTHS: Immense vitality, super strength, super speed, and slight cunning.

WEAKNESS: Fire.