EVIL SYSTEM

As Ben approached school, his expression grew worse.

He had no good memories of this place, not one.

His first impression of this world of school was a happy nostalgia. Everyone wanted to leave school as quickly as possible, and when they did, they felt like they were leaving behind their childhood and a bunch of good memories, friends they might never see again.

That's why graduations were filled with girls who broke down crying amid goodbyes.

He thought he had never really lived his school life to the fullest. He never had a school romance, never participated in pranks, nor took risks with his friends. He was just the kind of student who was easily ignored.

He attended his classes, paid full attention, did his homework, and during recess, he just bought something and sat down to eat while watching others live their lives.

When he entered society and realized that much of what he learned in school didn't help him become a successful person, he was disappointed. His good grades, impeccable work, and spotless behavior record were of no use.

School was just a place to acquire basic knowledge and a place to keep kids while parents worked.

That's why in this life he tried to make the most of it without stressing about grades or things like that.

Reality hit him hard.

This wasn't the school from his world, and when, in front of the whole class, Ben failed his awakening ceremony... His life became a living hell.

Wading into a sea of students who ignored his identity and thus didn't bother him, Ben entered the school.

He walked through the halls until he found his locker. Entering the combination, he opened the door without expecting a heap of dog food to fall out of it.

Inside his locker, his notebooks lay ruined and torn apart. In the center, a dog collar with his photo in the middle lay on the floor.

"Ha ha ha." Laughter rang out around him, and suddenly, Ben felt a hand on his head, stroking it. "Who's my cute little doggy?"

Charly hit his head against the inside of the locker between laughs. "You are!"

The laughter around him made Ben tremble with anger, but he endured until Charly let him go and walked away with his friends, laughing.

"Charly, Charly!" Ben gritted his teeth, his eyes red with rage. "I'd love to slit your throat."

Taking deep breaths, Ben calmed himself down, his head still in the locker. "My revenge will be hard and merciless." He whispered to himself.

After a few seconds, he closed the locker and headed to his second-floor classroom.

As he entered the classroom, all eyes turned to him. Most returned to their own activities with indifference, but some few looked at him with joy.

Walking to the back of the classroom, but not the last row, Ben received the throwing of many paper balls and even trash.

As he walked past a short, dark-haired boy, this boy tripped him, making him fall forward.

Ben placed his hands to support himself but still managed to hurt himself. Ben took a deep breath and stood up again as if nothing had happened and maintained the same expression.

He didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing him sad or affected.

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the short, dark-haired boy who had tripped him.

Duval Fisher

Walking to his seat, he sat down and pretended not to be affected by his classmates' attitudes.

Splash!

Hissssssss

Ben felt a sudden hit on the back of his neck and a burning sensation. Automatically, he turned around to see three of his classmates laughing and pointing at each other, sharing the blame.

Ben felt the growing urge to launch himself at them and bury one of his pens in their face, maybe even an eye.

But he endured and turned his head back to the front.

Jeison, Hanson, Fried. He remembered internally.

A few seconds later, he felt the hit again, this time with more force.

Splash!

The sound was so loud that it attracted the attention of the whole class, who mostly also laughed at the spectacle.

Ben felt he couldn't take it anymore, but just then, the teacher entered, and everyone fell silent.

Classes in this world were completely normal, except for the magic practice and culture class.

Mr. Pittman's class was math, a subject he excelled in in his old life.

But Ben wasn't focused on the class or the teacher's words. He was attentively observing the whole class and his classmates, plotting which malicious acts he could commit or experiment on these people.

His eyes narrowed, and he looked at each one of them with cruel malice until he crossed gazes with a girl also seated among the last students.

Becca Thompson

She was another outcast in the classroom. With a face slightly better than average, large glasses that made her look a bit uglier than she actually was, and brown hair a little disheveled.

Her clothes were very long and loose. Her skirt even reached her ankles.

But what made her truly unbearable was her sanctimonious and know-it-all attitude.

She was a rule fanatic who wanted to impose her opinions on others.

No one liked her, and the only reason she wasn't bullied by her classmates was because her mother was the vice-principal.

But what they could do was marginalize her.

When their gazes met, Ben realized she suspected he was plotting something.