Whether he liked it or not, Tara chose the third option: graduate from Hopeful Academy.
It was the only way he could survive in this damn fantasy world.
The new semester was still some time away, so Tara set his first objective—strengthening Zack's body.
Zack's physique was incredibly weak. By this world's standards, he was probably even weaker than a goblin.
Without wasting time, Tara left the dormitory. The building was eerily quiet. Most students had returned home for the semester break, leaving Zack as the only remaining resident. Even so, a few dorm supervisors were still on standby.
After changing his clothes, Tara headed straight to the training field beside the dormitory. To start simple, he began running laps around the field.
But before he even completed half a lap his body gave out.
His chest burned, his limbs lost all strength, and sweat poured down his body. Zack couldn't even handle a short run.
He staggered to the side—
Blegh!
Blood spilled from his mouth.
His vision blurred, his eyelids grew heavy. The cool wind pierced his sweat-soaked skin like needles.
Still, he refused to give up.
After resting for a while, Tara forced himself back to his feet and started running again, ignoring the blood he had just vomited.
He completed one full lap.
Then his body collapsed.
This time, he couldn't fight the drowsiness. Zack passed out on the training field and remained unconscious for several hours.
When he finally woke up, pain wracked his entire body—and an overwhelming hunger followed.
He hurried toward the dormitory cafeteria.
As he walked, several dorm maids shot him cold glances. None greeted him. None even tried to hide their hostility.
Tara didn't care.
All that mattered was finding a way to survive in this academy.
After eating, he returned to the field and resumed training.
Zack was a swordsman.
His weapon of choice was a zweihander—a massive two-handed sword so long it exceeded his own height. Standing at 175 cm, Zack was constantly mocked for wielding such an oversized weapon, accused of lacking self-awareness.
But Tara didn't care.
He had no money to buy a new sword. Instead of complaining, he kept swinging the zweihander until his arms went numb.
Day turned into night.
Night turned into day.
All Tara did was train—again and again.
The once frail, skinny body gradually became firm and solid. Muscles formed. His stamina improved dramatically. What once allowed only a single lap now stretched to five full laps around the field.
The dorm maids eventually noticed the change.
From a distance, they watched Zack train, whispering among themselves.
"What happened to him? Why is he suddenly training?" one maid muttered.
"I don't know. Maybe he hit his head," another replied.
"If that's the case, maybe hitting his head made him sane," a third maid joked.
"Hmph. No way. A disgusting pervert like him doesn't suddenly turn normal," said a beautiful maid with reddish-brown hair.
Her name was Clara.
She was one of the women Zack had stalked in the past. Despite being a maid, Clara possessed a stunning face and a well-proportioned body—full chest, slim waist, and an overall alluring figure. Many considered her the most beautiful maid in Hopeful Academy.
And what had Zack done to such a woman?
Exactly.
He had grabbed her ass.
That was why Zack wasn't just hated by the female students—he was despised by nearly every maid in the dormitory as well.
Before Tara realized it, time had passed.
The new semester would begin the very next day.
Standing before a mirror, Tara examined his body. Defined muscles now covered his frame. The fat on his face had thinned, revealing Zack's natural good looks.
Most shocking of all—Zack's face was on the same level as the future hero's.
Bernard Andrew.
"Hm… not bad," Tara muttered.
"Honestly, better-looking than my face in my previous life."
For the first time, he felt proud of his own effort.
Though it was still early in the evening, Tara went to bed sooner than usual. While he slept, students gradually returned to the dormitory after their holidays.
The next morning, Zack woke before sunrise.
He trained his body and sword once more, then prepared for class. After bathing, he headed toward the academy as the sun rose.
As he walked through the campus, whispers followed him.
"Since when did Zack Stride look… handsome?"
"Must be your imagination. There's no way a pervert like him could be handsome."
Zack ignored the chatter and continued walking.
His classroom was located at the far end of the corridor—the most elite class in his year.
Class S.
A class filled with a prince destined for the throne, the future hero, four heroines…
…and somehow, Zack Stride, a student with F grades in every subject.
Even Tara himself couldn't understand how Zack had ended up in Class S.
The moment Zack stepped through the classroom door, the previously lively room fell silent. Laughter and conversation vanished as all eyes turned toward him.
Then, a voice shattered the silence.
"Ugh… why aren't you dead yet, you damn perverted bastard?"
The one who spoke was Tifa Natalia Gardner, one of the heroines—
and the owner of the underwear Zack had nearly stolen in the past.
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