Lego has been an idle young man since he graduated. He once applied for jobs but was fired due to his clumsiness and slow grasp of instructions.
Now, he lives with his parents, or more accurately, he's freeloading off his family. Fortunately, they are quite wealthy from their farm business. As for Lego, he's lazy, spending his days just eating, sleeping, and using the bathroom. His family often says he takes a very long time in there and has no idea what he's doing.
Another day passes. After finishing a meal of honey-glazed grilled meat with a secret family sauce, he lies on his luxurious bed, scrolling through his phone to find a novel that suits his taste. He skims through the introduction and first chapters of a few online novels, but none of them are to his liking. His finger accidentally lands on a book titled The Super Strong Grade F Beast Tamer.
"What a bizarre title. Is the author crazy? Let's give it a try."
After reading a few consecutive chapters, Lego frowns. "Is the author constipated? I'm truly impressed that someone could write this plot." He reads and laughs maniacally.
Suddenly, Lego's phone screen flickers continuously. He's a little surprised by this. "What the heck? This is the latest model I just bought!"
He hits the phone and curses at it.
The screen displays a message:
IF YOU ARE CONFIDENT IN YOUR WRITING TALENT, THEN REWRITE THE STORY YOU DESIRE. LET US KNOW THAT YOU CAN WRITE BETTER THAN US. THIS IS A BOOK WRITTEN BY A GOD FROM ANOTHER PLANET. I AM A GOD WITH A PASSION FOR WRITING. I'M QUITE LOOKING FORWARD TO YOUR CONTENT.
A white light emanates from the phone, shining directly on Lego. He quickly throws the phone away in a panic. When it hits the tiled floor, the phone shatters, and the white light intensifies. The entire room is filled with the light, and Lego can no longer see anything. He hugs his head and lies close to the mattress.
Time passes, and about half an hour later, he slowly opens his eyes. Everything is blurry. It seems he's sitting in a classroom, with a teacher giving a lecture. He turns his head to look around; the scene is completely and frighteningly unfamiliar. His heart pounds and sweat breaks out. He stands up abruptly and shouts, "Where is this place? I was at home, so why am I here? I graduated two years ago! Who dared to throw me into this godforsaken place?" Lego has been fed up with school since he graduated.
Whispers and laughter erupt from all around.
A clear voice rings out: "Well, our Lego has been having a nice dream for the past two years." The entire class looks at him and laughs loudly, as if they are looking at an idiot.
Someone in the class speaks up: "Our Lego, you better try harder. Wipe the drool off your face, ha... ha... ha. Poor Lego, he must have stayed up all night studying, which is why he's having hallucinations."
Lego turns and says: "You little bastard, you want a beating?!"
"Lego, where did you learn such thuggish behavior? You're as skinny as a skeleton. Sit down now! I'll have to call your parents about your recent declining academic attitude."
"Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?" He's confident he's not much younger than the teacher.
Suddenly, his pupils contract. A fleeting figure rushes towards him at a speed that cannot be seen with the naked eye. A fair-skinned hand grabs his mouth and pulls it wide, while the other hand presses down on his shoulder, pinning him to the desk.
The pain in his mouth, along with an incredible force, makes him obey. The pressure on his body is as heavy as a mountain, forcing him to swallow the insults he was about to unleash.
At this moment, Lego's mind is filled with extreme doubt: "What kind of power is this? Is she even human? A normal person can't possibly generate this kind of power."
"You scrawny kid are quite mouthy, aren't you? I'll teach you a valuable lesson." The teacher's face wears a look of amusement, as if she is taming a wild animal.
Lego repeatedly slams his hand on the desk, a gesture of surrender he had seen in the UFC. His expression is a terribly ugly grimace.
"I'll let you go, but you have to be obedient and well-behaved."
Lego can only make "uhm... uhm... uhm..." sounds from his throat.
The teacher smirks and releases him. As soon as he is free, Lego grabs his chair and gets into a stance as if to strike the teacher hard.
Everyone around is startled by his action: "He's never been this aggressive in school before. He dares to attack a teacher?"
The teacher's eyes flash with a cold, ominous light. A white beam, like a spider's silk, shoots out from nearby, tightly wrapping Lego like an Egyptian mummy.
He falls, struggling and cursing continuously, "You're a monster, let me go!"
"Someone, take him to an empty room!"
Two people immediately rush over and carry Lego out the door. Students in the surrounding classrooms crane their necks to watch.
The teacher pulls out her phone, scrolls through her contacts to find Lego's parents' number, and presses the call button. As soon as Lego's father picks up, the teacher's voice comes through: "Hello, I'm Lego's teacher. If you have time, could you please come here urgently? Lego is having a fit. I hope you can arrange to get here quickly."