Lego had officially joined the ranks of the chronically unemployed since graduation. He had tried applying for jobs, but he was fired every time for the same reasons: he was clumsy, slow-witted, and struggled to follow basic instructions from his superiors.
Currently, Lego was enjoying life as a "family parasite." Fortunately, his family was quite well-off thanks to their farm business. Naturally lazy, Lego's daily schedule revolved around three activities: eating, sleeping, and using the bathroom. His family constantly complained that he spent so much time in the restroom it was as if he had "taken root" in there; no one knew what he was actually doing.
Another day went by. After gorging himself on honey-glazed grilled meat with a secret family sauce, Lego slumped onto his high-end bed, scrolling through his phone for a web novel that suited his taste. After skimming the first chapters and synopses of several stories and finding them all bland, his finger accidentally brushed against a title: "The Super Powerful F-Rank Beast Tamer."
"What kind of ridiculous title is this? Is the author a moron? Let's see what this is about," Lego muttered.
However, after just a few chapters, Lego began to frown. "Does the author have writer's constipation? I'm genuinely impressed that anyone could write such a garbage plot." He laughed maniacally at the sheer lack of logic in the book.
Suddenly, his phone screen began to flash violently. Lego started, "What the hell? This is the latest model!" He tapped the device, cursing under his breath.
Abruptly, a line of text appeared on the screen:
"If you are confident in your writing talent, rewrite the plot as you wish. Show us that you can do better."
"This is a book written by a god from another planet."
"I am a god with a passion for writing, and I look forward to your content."
A blinding white light erupted from the phone. Panicking, Lego hurled the device away. When it hit the tiled floor, the phone shattered, and the light surged even more intensely, engulfing the entire room. Lego couldn't see a thing; he could only cover his head and huddle face-down on his mattress.
Time passed. About half an hour later, Lego slowly opened his eyes. His blurred vision gradually cleared, but instead of his familiar ceiling, he found himself sitting in a classroom where a teacher was mid-lecture. Lego looked around; the surroundings were completely foreign and terrifyingly unfamiliar. His heart hammered in his chest, and cold sweat poured off him. He bolted upright and screamed:
"Where is this? I was just at home! Why am I here? I graduated two years ago! Who the hell dared to throw me into this godforsaken place?" To Lego, a classroom was a nightmare he had celebrated escaping long ago.
Whispers and bursts of laughter erupted around him. A clear voice rang out from the podium:
"Well, it seems our Lego was having a lovely dream about two years ago."
The whole class looked at Lego and roared with laughter as if looking at a fool. One male student mocked him, "Hang in there, Lego! Wipe that drool off! Did you stay up too late studying and start hallucinating? Poor guy!"
Lego turned toward him, snarling, "You little brat, you want a piece of me?"
"Lego! Where did you learn such thuggish behavior?" the teacher said sternly. "You're as scrawny as a skeleton, yet you want to fight? Sit down! I'll have to call your parents about your declining grades and your disrespectful attitude."
"Who the hell are you to lecture me?" Lego barked back, confident that he wasn't much younger than the teacher herself.
Instantly, his pupils contracted. A flash of a silhouette blurred toward him at a speed impossible to track with the naked eye. A pale, slender hand grabbed his lips and pulled hard, while the other hand pressed firmly onto his shoulder, pinning him against the desk.
The stinging pain in his mouth combined with an immense pressure made it impossible for Lego to resist. The force crushing down on his body felt as heavy as a mountain, forcing the curses he was about to spit out back down his throat. Extreme doubt surged through his mind:
"What kind of strength is this? Is she even human? An ordinary person couldn't possibly possess such terrifying power!"
"You're a puny brat, but you've got a big mouth, don't you? I'm going to teach you a valuable lesson," the teacher said with a playful smile, her eyes looking as though she were taming a wild animal.
Lego tapped the desk repeatedly, much like a fighter tapping out in the UFC. His face was contorted in a pathetic, distorted grimace.
"I'll let go, but you must be obedient and behave. Is that clear?"
Lego could only manage muffled "mgh... mmph..." sounds from the back of his throat.
The teacher smirked and released him. The moment he was free, Lego grabbed his chair and hoisted it high, intending to smash it over the teacher's head. The entire class gasped at his madness. Lego had always been a coward; how did he suddenly have the nerve to attack a teacher?
The teacher's eyes flashed with a cold, ominous light. From her hand, white strands—looking like spider silk—shot out, binding Lego tightly until he looked like an Egyptian mummy. Lego fell to the floor, thrashing and screaming:
"You monster! Let me go!"
"Someone take him to an empty room for me," the teacher ordered.
Two male students immediately stepped forward and hauled the mummified Lego out the door, drawing curious stares from the neighboring classrooms. The teacher pulled out her phone, scrolled through her contacts for Lego's parents, and hit dial. As soon as the other end picked up, her voice rang out with urgency:
"Hello, this is Lego's teacher. Can you come to the school immediately? Lego is having a psychotic breakdown. Please, get here as fast as you can!"