"BANG"
The world did not fade gently—it shattered.
In the next moment, the world tilted.
Johnny Walker's vision flashed white as the screech of tyres and the roar of car crash swallowed him—and then suddenly he was standing upright in the middle of a brightly lit classroom.
Rows of robed students stared at him.
A floating chalkboard glowed with lines of runes.
An academy—but not any kind he knew.
He blinked rapidly. The crash, the pain… gone. And in its place—
"Young man."
An elderly woman in a long obsidian robe stood at the front stage. Her wand—carved from spirit sandalwood—glowed at the tip, forming a shimmering circle.
Her glare could cut mountains.
"Jhony Walker. You are late. And you are standing. In my class. Again."
"I—where am I? What is—?" Jhony held his in shock.
She flicked her wand. "Silva Sthira!" [Sit Down]
A surge of invisible force slammed him onto his seat before he could resist. His spine jolted as the spell forced him to sit upright with perfect posture.
"This was not a dream." Painful clarity hit him.
"Silva Sthira…? Latin… or something close… Did I woke in a lowly wizard world?!" He muttered.
A foot nudged his knee.
"Bro, don't talk. Don't breathe loudly. Mistress Lian will expell you." A familiar voice whispered.
Jhony twisted his head.
His close friend—Ravi, a boy the same age but with a fat face and sharp, observant eyes—leaned slightly towards him. His hair stood like a porcupine rather than the long academy style.
"You're acting like you hit your head or something," Ravi murmured again.
"Bro… Do you know me?!" Jhony stared.
Ravi gave a tiny frown. "What happened to your head? This is our morning lecture. If you keep spacing out, the teacher will fail us again."
Jhony swallowed hard.
Mistress Lian's cold voice cut across the hall.
"If the two gentlemen in the third row are done whispering like mischievous monkeys, perhaps we may resume the lesson."
Dozens of disciples snickered.
"What's her prob…?" Johnny tried to question.
"Shut up, she's in a foul mood today." Ravi whispered.
Jhony raised his hands in surrender.
The teacher pointed her wand at the chalkboard, and characters made of glowing aura formed in the air:
'Mystic Spell Arts: Fire Ball Creation'
Mistress Lian began reciting ancient incantations—half Sanskrit, half archaic runic script.
Jhony stared blankly.
His brain tried to reboot.
"Wizard World… spells. A class I suddenly entered. And I didn't reincarnate as a baby… I just got inserted mid-life?"
He exhaled sharply.
'This body… this life… had always been here. But he, Johnny from the modern world, had only just arrived.'
His head hurt.
The rest of the lecture blurred into a monotonous chant. Mistress Lian scolded at least three more students, flung a boy across his chair using "Prana Bandhana", and turned a girl's desk into Ice petals after she fell asleep.
When the final bell rang, deep and resonant like a gong… students leaped up instantly.
Ravi slapped Jhony's shoulder. "See you after break? You look like you need food. Or meditation."
"Yeah… yeah, I need something."Johnny muttered.
Ravi frowned again but didn't push, simply heading out with the flow of students.
Jhony staggered into the hallway.
Incense smoke curled in spirals. Disciples walked past in colorful robes, discussing meridian flows and mantra rotations.
His bladder sent a desperate signal.
"Right. Toilets."
He followed the signs carved in glowing runes—not understanding a single one of them—but he spotted a door slightly ajar. The fragrance inside smelled faintly floral, but he didn't question it. Maybe they just use weird incense here. Whatever.
He rushed in.
The chamber was absurdly elegant: polished jade floors, floating water orbs for cleansing, and animal-shaped basins crafted from spirit stone.
Everything sparkled.
"This academy is insane," he muttered.
With a sigh of exhausted relief, he began to pee.
He had exactly three seconds of peace before—
"Ahhhh…"
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"
Jhony jumped so violently he almost slipped.
A beautiful girl stood at the entrance—long raven-black hair braided with silver threads, bright amber eyes glaring like fire. Her jade pendant glowed fiercely under her robes. Her expression was a perfect mixture of shock and disgust.
"Y-You—this is the women's purification chamber!"
Jhony's soul left his body. "Again!"
"I—I'm sorry!" he stammered. "I didn't know! The signs—"
She pointed at the door sigil. "It is literally glowing in pink! How can anyone mistake the sign of Lady Lotus purification!?"
"Lotus what…?!!!"
"Stay back!" The girl stepped away, face twisted in humiliation, her cheeks flushed.
" F*King Pervert!"
"No! No, look, I'm not… I just… I didn't understand the signs…"
"Don't make excuses! Just—just stay far away!" Her voice shook with pure outrage.
She spun and stormed down the corridor.
"Wait!" Jhony zipped up and hurried after her.
"Please—I'm trying to apologize! I swear I didn't do it intentionally!"
"Stop following me!" The girl… Lucy looked back with even more disgust.
"I'm just trying to…"
"Kacha…!" A figure appeared in between them.
Tall. Well-built. A student robe modified to show off martial arms. A spirit-stone talisman gleaming against his chest.
He played with a staff in hand.
"Oi. You disgusting mutt. Chasing Lucy? Going into her purification chamber? You tired of living?" The tall boy sneered arrogantly.
"Duran, stop meddling!" Lucy cried against tall guy.
But Duran was already in performance mode.
Lucy, leave this to me. I'll teach him manners." He smiled confidently.
He swung his arm, chanting an attack spell.
"Vajra Tala!" [Golden Hand]
A golden imprint formed on his palm… a shockwave slap infused with aura.
He struck Jhony's cheek.
It was fast.
But instinct surged through Jhony's limbs. A movement that didn't belong to this world. Something sharp, efficient, modern…
He moved on his heel.
Bent slightly.
And leaned aside.
Duran's glowing palm cut through empty air.
Gasps echoed through the corridor.
Lucy's eyes widened. "That movement… That wasn't a spell. It wasn't footwork from our academy either. What style…?"
Jhony blinked.
"It's called Kung-fu!"
The corridor went silent.
Duran stared at his missed strike like it had betrayed him.
"You… you dodged my Golden Hand?!" He stepped back, face reddening from humiliation as students gathered around.
Lucy looked at Jhony with complicated confusion, disgust fading slightly, curiosity rising despite herself.
At that moment, Jhony realized something chilling… His own instincts, his past life's reflexes, the martial ability he always trained—
They were surfacing.
And he had absolutely no idea why.
But one thing was very clear...
His arrival had already stirred trouble.