Ming Jun, while wearing the mask, walked around the classroom shouting different words.
The next classroom was where he shouted hwaiting.
The one after that was where he started listing Korean street food.
The list went on, and eventually, the whole third year was disrupted because of Ming Jun.
The students and teachers were both speechless and dumbfounded by him.
After all, it looked like a mysterious student had entered their class to speak gibberish.
Eventually, someone started to overthink it.
Well, to these students—who would face monsters in the future—it really wasn't overthinking.
But if Ming Jun could hear what they thought, he would definitely stop them and tell them not to overthink.
He certainly wasn't saying some ancient curse.
But since they didn't speak Korean and had never heard of there being another language besides the central one,
the only thing they could think of was "ancient language."
And since the mysterious student had to wear a mask, then he certainly wasn't up to any good—
which somehow equaled ancient curses.
This led to panic as the students glanced around the classroom vigilantly.
The fact that they were third-year students was fully displayed at this point.
Instead of mindlessly fleeing, they sat down in the classroom and observed.
Some students with weaker mental fortitude gathered together and shivered while looking around.
Their magic, skills, or sword arts were ready.
Their gazes scanned every single spot in the classroom.
But time passed, and nothing happened.
Obviously, because Ming Jun didn't actually curse them or use any sort of ancient language.
And did these people think of that?
No, no they didn't.
They figured that if the problem wasn't in the classroom, then it must be from each other.
Those who were huddled together shifted away from one another.
Everyone looked at the person beside them vigilantly.
Some looked frightened at the thought of it.
The bully of the class—one of the strongest in the room—stood up.
He slammed his hands angrily on the desk and roared for the culprit to come out.
Then he made a show of picking the weakest-looking person and threatening them.
The more reserved students, who were equally strong, tacitly allowed this to happen.
Meanwhile, the teacher stood aside silently.
The weak student being bullied struggled in the bully's hand.
"It's not me, I swear!" He tried to pull himself free.
"Don't think I don't see you glaring at me when you think I'm not looking," the bully raised a flaming fist.
"Just accept the beating as a way to understand your place." The bully slammed the flaming fist into the boy's face.
The weak student, who was struggling just a moment ago, suddenly stopped.
The flaming fist slammed straight into his face, and he crashed into the wall.
The wall cracked, and he lay motionless among the rubble.
The bully snorted and looked for his next victim.
But his attention was drawn back to his previous victim as he stood up.
"My place?" The weak student shakily stood.
"Who do you think you are to say what place I have in this school?" His figure straightened with a hand on his limp arm.
"You guys act like it's my fault I was born this way." The victim snapped his arm in place with a crack.
"Just because you were lucky and I was not." The weak student looked up.
His eyes were now bloodshot, and his veins were bulging.
"Well, who's the lucky one now?" The sound of his voice turned into a growl at the end.
His figure flickered, and then the bully was crashing out of the classroom.
"And you guys who just watched it happen—I'll rip out your eyes and make sure you never have to see again!" The weak student cackled.
The students stood up and started unleashing their skills.
But the weak student was more durable than they expected—
and a madman who was willing to ignore his injuries.
He charged at the closest student and directly punched them head-on,
exchanging a heavy burst of firepower.
The weak student staggered back while the victim flew from the force of the punch.
His head slammed into the wall before the rest of his body.
The victim lay motionless on the ground, and the other students froze.
The weak student didn't use the opportunity to attack but simply gave an evil smile.
Someone near the body moved closer.
With trembling hands and tears in their eyes, they bent down.
A green glow emanated from their palms as they placed them over the body.
After a second, the healer gasped and sank back to the ground.
"What is it?" the class representative couldn't help but ask.
"Dead," the healer stuttered.
"Ah—I think killing a few of you might just make me feel better, while the rest will be blinded," the weak student grinned madly.
The students gulped and took a step back.
"Everyone run!" the teacher finally shouted.
He conjured a huge tornado and yelled at the rest.
This time, the students panicked.
They ran out of the classroom in a hurry—
only to find the corridor packed with students.
There were sounds of fighting from other classes.
While the whole school was bubbling with chaos, Ming Jun was still making his rounds.
He was far from the commotion, so he hadn't heard of the chaos he had inadvertently caused.
If he did, he would be speechless at the imagination of these students—
then find it reasonable, because it served as some sort of plot device for the main character.
Anyway, now he was at the last class for the third years and still hadn't found anything.
So he went to another floor and began again with the second-year students.
He also left behind chaos—but he didn't know that just yet.
At present, he was more concerned about the black-haired kid staring at him.
This was the first classroom he entered on the second floor.
The moment he stepped in, he knew he had found the right one.
First of all, the eyes that gazed at him were sharp.
These students were more mature and stronger than the others.
Second, there were two siblings with white hair and blue eyes.
And there were four beautiful girls sitting at different places in the classroom.
Most importantly, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy kept glancing at a certain student—
the one sitting at the back in a corner, trying to look invincible,
while also getting glances from the four beautiful girls.
It was like everything was screaming transmigrator.
"Hello, I died while reading a novel and transmigrated into this world," Ming Jun blurted out.
"And that guy is the original main character that fought against the demon king with his harem—and lost." Ming Jun pointed at the blonde-haired kid.
"And the four strongest girls with noble backgrounds somehow find this normal-looking student interesting." He pointed at the four girls.
"Yeah, and for some reason, they reject all the others and—despite claiming to be busy—have the time to display themselves before the main character," Ming Jun complained.
"And can you please stop thinking that your actions are destroying the plot?
The plot was destroyed the moment you crossed over," Ming Jun rolled his eyes.
"Jeez, just embrace your new life, find a hobby or something," he sighed.
"And all you stupid boys with your heads full of nonsense, can you at least think properly?
If someone suddenly fights back after years of bullying, then that person has a plan.
The weak are usually the most cautious." Ming Jun rubbed his chin.
Or was that for other worlds people transmigrated into?
Or was that for the reborn hero? Ah, he couldn't remember.
"And most importantly, if a student is overpowered, then investigate that student.
Don't suddenly start praising them without trying to find the source of their power," Ming Jun turned to the teacher.
"Lastly, the transmigrator who's glaring at me and thinking I'm part of some scheme or something," Ming Jun was exasperated as he watched the transmigrator frown.
"I'm not some guy out to get you. Honestly, I really don't care that much about you or where you come from," Ming Jun said earnestly.
"So can you please not attack me or something as some form of test?" Ming Jun shivered at the thought.
By the deep frown on the person's face, Ming Jun wouldn't put it past him to try.
"Honestly, you need to get over yourself and remember two things," Ming Jun raised two fingers.
"First of all, I'm weaker than you—and no, I'm not misleading or lying." He put a finger down.
"And two, not everything is about you." He put the second finger down.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to leave." Ming Jun bowed his head and swiftly turned around.
He hurried to leave amidst the dumbfounded classroom.
But unfortunately, he was blocked by the original hero.
"I think we can be friends," the blonde-haired guy said.
"Huh?" Ming Jun looked at him suspiciously, though the mask covered his expression.
Isn't he meant to be the original hero? Then there's no way he would understand what I just said.
At most, he would be suspicious.
Unless… the original hero was also a transmigrator.
But then he couldn't have died reading the novel, because the novel can't exist without him.
Or maybe there were two transmigrators this time.
So one person crossed over into a normal student,
and the other crossed into the original hero.
But then, wouldn't they be in direct conflict because they both have knowledge of future events—
which would result in competition for resources and cheats?
Ming Jun looked at the four girls glancing between the two boys.
Ah, and also the harem members.
After all, the harem girls are usually very strong—
either stronger than the main character at the beginning,
or the only ones second to him.
"He seems to be suffering from a curse. I'll lead him to the principal," the blonde-haired guy said.
He took Ming Jun by the shoulder forcefully and led him out.
The students, under the influence of the halo, believed his words.
"Excuse me, can't you guys see he's obviously lying??" Ming Jun tried to struggle.
"It seems the symptoms are getting worse," the blonde-haired guy said solemnly.
His hand on Ming Jun's shoulder grew heavier.
"Why don't I offer some help," the black-haired kid said, standing up.
He glanced at the blonde-haired guy and tried to grab Ming Jun.
These two stood outside the classroom, subtly fighting over him.
Meanwhile, the person they were fighting over only felt a cold sweat.
He definitely didn't want to have a conversation with either of them—
especially when they were looking at him like fat meat.
Ming Jun thought rapidly about the reason why.
And he came up with a solid conclusion:
both of them have the same knowledge.
Firstly, he had to figure out if it came from the same source.
"Wait, I have a question," Ming Jun raised a hand.
They stopped staring at each other and turned to him.
"Did you both read the novel?" Ming Jun asked cautiously,
fearing they might try to play mind tricks to avoid the question.
"I read the novel," the blonde-haired boy said.
"I played the game of the novel as a side character on the path to being a hero," the black-haired guy said.
"Isn't it meant to be the other way around?" Ming Jun muttered.
Okay, so the harem actually belongs to the black-haired guy.
And is the gaming industry so unique that they would make a game of a novel where you become a transmigrator?
Isn't it so convenient that you transmigrated into said game character?
Isn't the coincidence too illogical to ignore?
Aside from the obvious problems, the current one was the fact that they both had knowledge of future events.
But the game knowledge might have a slight advantage—
because the game includes all maps and routes,
while the novel is mostly from the original hero's perspective.
The balance was delicate, and both sides were in some kind of cooperation.
That was until Ming Jun came along and started spouting nonsense—
nonsense that also proved he might have read a novel with both of them inside it.
And for some reason, they were okay with knowing that they were actually in a novel,
and their so-called crossing over was just words written by the author.
All of these alarming topics were ignored—
to focus on the fact that having Ming Jun would tip the scale to one side.
Ming Jun definitely did not want to find out who would win.
So when they turned back to glare at each other,
he slipped away and ran in a hurry.
Fortunately, the mask erased traces—
even traces of his escape—so they wouldn't find him unless he made himself known or was directly in their sight.
Ming Jun hurried to the first floor.
Due to the transmigrators who would soon search that floor guided by plot power,
Ming Jun had limited time.
So he went to every class and said one sentence:
"There's an omission in history, and I know that the great hero was reborn."
He originally wanted to elaborate on that and explain which part of history it was,
but unfortunately, he was pressed for time.
Well, that was the situation before the incident happened.
He had just said "reborn" when the teacher froze—
then let out an evil laugh and slowly transformed,
which Ming Jun took as a cue to slip away.
Everything about that screamed minion battle that leads to a huge boss fight.
Something that wasn't his problem.
Anyway, the students erupted, and the panic spread to the second years.
More accurately, the third years—who were the first to be attacked—spilled over to the second floor.
The first years also got entangled with the fleeing third years and the second years who came to investigate.
And Ming Jun, who had finally found the last main character in school, was speechless.
He had uttered the sentence and saw the shocked look from one kid with black hair and red eyes.
Seeing the black-haired girl with a proud temperament beside him affirmed his conjecture.
They were probably cousins, and she had lost to him in a duel only to end up as his servant—
a typical female lead setting when the author tries to make it non-romantic.
With his task mostly complete, Ming Jun finally sighed in relief.
He wanted to check if it was complete and excused himself from the classroom.
He hurried away before the reborn hero could catch him—
only to meet the chaos in the hallway.
Ming Jun squeezed himself into a corner and watched the chaos with a speechless expression.
Then he opened the team panel and started to type a message in the group chat.