Kyrion had tested out of math, and most science courses save for Astronomy and quantum physics, which surprised everyone involved. He knew quite a bit about how things interacted with the world around him due to his natural mana, and his reading of that first day added context to what he knew or suspected. Regular physics would have gone badly if he hadn’t noticed that the gravity on this version of Earth was lighter than he was used to.

Reading to comprehend what the author was thinking annoyed him more than it should, as his common sense didn’t match the Earth’s humans’ common sense; why did Caesar die from just 23 stabbings? At that time, most rules could have turned everyone around them into a paste. Why isn’t Beowulf immune to poison? He was a powerful warrior and king. Kyrion was neither, but he could deal with poison. Hell, the story of Beowulf from his world painted him as an immortal god-king who slayed many dragons with his assistant Grendle. This also was confusing: why would Beowulf kill his loyal butler? Earth tales were weird.

Oddly enough, he knew something about history from the encyclopedias he’d gone through; sadly, most of his courses confused him as some historical figures had names similar to other historical figures, only quite off, and their personalities differed. That could be why Beowulf was different in his world. Wars made no sense whatsoever. Why didn’t the kings duke it out in the middle while the respective armies cheered and the royal guard provided buffs? The only time kings don’t fight is when someone goes against the laws of war, which allows the defenders to be excused from all war crimes. That wasn’t a thing here. People didn’t nuke their own country while retreating to kill the invaders. There are not enough empty conditions here for that.

Kyrion’s essay, which involved a story from his childhood that made him who he is today, ended with him having to visit a psychiatrist who tried to decide if he had lied or was having a mental breakdown. Popping out his prosthetic eye only made them more worried. The name Maldain ended up on a few lists of travelers to watch out for.

Thus, his second and third days were taken away from him for further aptitude, leading up to his schedule arriving on Thursday.

Monday and Wednesday: Practical English, History of Architecture, Computer Science, World History

Tuesday and Thursday: Pharmaceutics, Astronomy, World Mythology. ____

Friday: Self-study

“Self study. So I don’t need to show up. That gives me time to work.”

“Already have a part-time job?”

“No? But I do have somethings to–”

Kyrion felt a massive influx of mana enter the world. It was quite powerful in terms of size and magnitude, then suddenly shrunk and reconnected with his core.

“Master Kyr, I am on my way.” Said a monotonous entity.

[Powerful Inorganic life forms are headed our way. Arrival time is three hours.]

“Kyrion? You have mail.” Kilo handed Kyron a letter.

“Who would…. Right Ander. What do these squiggles mean?” Kyrion asked.

“Huh, it’s in Japanese. Looks like a wedding invitation, in a week and a half.”

“Uh Master? Some mean looking brutes are chasing me!” Karl said through their connection.

“Really!?” Kyrion seemed alert.

“Yes, it says right here that Ander is getting married and he requires training weights for his new wife as well as a soul catcher.”

[Shall we download the Japanese language directly to your brain?]

“No, Ai. Uh… I’m going to be la—” Kyrion created a plant clone, causing it to shift as he applied some minor autonomy.

“I need to go somewhere. Make sure this clone gets to school. I should be back by lunch.” Kyrion stepped out the door, cloaking his presence from physical, magical, and inorganic sight as he began to float upward toward the clouds. Upon arrival, he coated his body in an aerodynamic shell of mana. Building power beneath his feet, Kyrion focused on Karl, locating his spirit surrounded by a group of five. They had inhuman powers.

The sky cracked briefly as a hole opened in reality, and Kyion stepped through, only to appear in the sky above the hit squad.

“Unauthorized alien entity. Cease this at once and be executed.”

“That doesn’t sound very fair,” Kyrion said as he fell from the sky, his hair returning to its natural red color.

“Who are you?” Asked a woman with dyed purple hair and yellow eyes.

“No one you’d know. This guy is one of my subordinates and I’ve come to retrieve him.” Kyrion pointed to a floating cube.

“Master!”

“Why wasn’t it with you then?”

“I was separated from quite a few subordinates when I arrived.”

A young man with fiery orange hair threw a smoking bottle at the nonchalant Kyrion.

Kyrion casually caught it out of the air and closed the distance. I placed the cocktail in the man’s hands while holding him there.

“Looks like you’re getting into a fight.”.

“Tom!”

Kyrion threw Tom into a light pole, his body cracking. He’d survive but would be bedridden for a while. Then the cocktail exploded.

The fire spread everywhere, followed by loud screaming.

“You killed Tom!”

“No, Tom killed Tom. I did not know that it was an explosive.” Kyrion waved his finger and clicked his tongue.

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“Kerry!” The purple-haired girl yelled.

“You will submit!” Yelled a dark-skinned man with no hair anywhere on his face.

“No I will not.” Kyrion noticed the wave of mental power bounces off his natural defense like a rubber ball against a wall.

“He’s immune!”

“Wait… Am I a boss fight right now? Give me a second to change.”

The fire surrounding what most expected to be Tom’s corpse spiraled upwards like a dragon challenging the sun. The power engulfed Kyrion, hiding his body from sight.

“Tom! You’re alive! I didn’t know you had that much control!”

Tom coughed as fresh air entered his lungs. “That wasn’t me.” His consciousness began to fade.

“He’ll survive. Kerry since you’re useless against this particular foe, take Tom back to base and call reinforcements.”

“Can’t you do that over comms?”

“I would, but it seems there was a message put out not to engage.”

The fire around Kyrion faded, and Kyrion was dressed in an all-black form-fitting battle suit with an exaggerated V-neck that protruded to his abs. The clothing brought out the absurd muscle definition he had built into his body. His hair was naturally red but resembled blood more than a ruby. His sclera had gone pitch black as his otherworldly green eyes glowed. A pair of black feathery wings sprouted from his back, and floating above his antler-covered head was a halo made from a bunch of thorns that formed a geometrically perfect circle and glowed in power.

“Remember now you challenged me, so I must ask. Who did you think I was?” Kyrioin had adjusted his vocal cords to make his voice much deeper.

“You’re the Devil!”

Kyrion snorted, which didn’t suit his current appearance. “No, I am no devil. For I am the….”

Kyrion paused for dramatic effect and struck a pose. “You guys are the bad guys here right? Since you threw the first punch and all, why don’t you tell me your stage names before I come up…I mean tell you mine.”

“This is a job, we have no stage names.”

“Oh so your grunts and have no names. Begone with you then.” Kyrion slapped the air with his hand and watched as the three remaining espers were teleported away. Although not just anywhere, they were sent to a holding cell in one of the janitor’s bases.

Moments later, a middle-aged man in flip-flops and a Hawaiian shirt approached with a curious smirk. “You didn’t kill them, did you?”

“Nope. They are currently someone else’s problem. As they have attacked me twice so far. I was so looking forward to the fight. They are too weak however. You seem strong.”

“I was actually here to interfere if they managed to harm you. Seeing as they are mere grunts to you I must ask, are you strong back home?”

“Yes and no. My power is capped back home by a deity. Here, I don’t have those restrictions and can play around a bit more. But on a scale of power in general I’m above the curve for my age, but not the strongest being in the universe.”

“I see. Where are the Espers?”

“The who?”

“The people you fought.”

“Janitors HQ a few miles away.”

“Well brat, I hope we never meet again.”

“Well you seem like a pretty cool dude to me. Where can I get a shirt like that?”

“Hah! You’re an odd kid; don’t change too much.” The man in the Hawaiian shirt stepped through space and vanished. Kyrion could feel that the man had just teleported like him.

“I am not the only one who can teleport. Noted.” Kyrion’s body erupted into a mass of black ravens as he teleported back home to change before shifting places with his clone. He was currently eating his second breakfast. His hair had reverted to black the moment the birds exploded.

“Did you hear the news?” Kilo asked as he dipped a French toast stick in ketchup.

“What news?”

“A fallen angel appeared near city hall. Looks similar to a certain form.”

“That’s interesting?”

“People think it was a massive hallucination that wasn’t caught on any cameras.”

“Huh so no one saw that awesome transformation sequence?”

“I’m afraid the only traumatized people were the group the fallen angel disposed of.”

“The CGI for that was so bad. There was no fade, they just vanished.” Jin sighed.

“CGI?”

“Don’t worry about it. How is the mech resource gathering going?”

“I will need you to make the generator first. I’ll need to see its size and shape to get a proper blueprint.”

“Master, did you just say mechs?” Karl seemed interested.

「 Master is working on a mech line to save the world or something. 」

“Who and what are you?” Karl was sending feelers towards the Ai in Kyrion’s eye.

「 I am a sentient AI that helps my master process this world’s information.]

“Master sure makes some interesting friends. Can I establish a direct line for communication?”

“I am having a conversation in my head… I didn’t miss that so go ahead.” Kyrion turned Karl out as he examined Kilo.

“Is this related to that dungeon?”

“Yeah, it was technically my dungeon. Karl can get it set up by Friday night. He wants a mech kit as well as access to various materials.” Kyrion heard a buzz in his pocket and scowled.

“That’s your phone, answer it.”

Kyrion sighed and picked up the device, pressing the green button softly as he had practiced.

“Why are there members of The Slayers in our holding cells?” Cecil’s dad asked.

“They attacked me and I decided to do that rather than let them follow me to school.”

“So that was you. Is that power of yours why you weren’t caught on camera?”

“Possibly.”

“You do know that you have a cult.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time. Are they productive or destructive?”

“Neither, but the lines are getting blurred.”

“Blame the prisoners for throwing a firebomb at me. Not expecting me to throw it back.”

“Did you have to make a dragon of fire eat you?”

“Serpent, there is a difference. Fire is wild like that also it wasn’t me who sent the attack. I just withstood it.”

“What do you mean?”

“There were a few more of those Espers in hiding. One of them attempted to roast me alive. I have some immunity to fire so I took it head on.”

“That wasn’t what was told to us. Any reason we should take your word on that dragon?”

“I’ve been using fire for a short time so my control is small. I could make a dragon of flame like that. But, it would only look like that at a scale much bigger than what you saw. I’m a macro control type. The bigger something is the more I can shape it but small fine tuned adjustments are above me, while learning.”

“So, can you teleport, feel free to not answer that.”

“How else do you think I got here? My coordinates were messed up due to that ritual. Chances are we may have landed in the wrong place.”

“I’ll take that into some consideration. I’ll leave you to your studies.”

Kyrion’s focus waned as he looked an irritated Kilo in the eye.”

“You’ve been on the phone for a while.”

“Oh, sorry.” Kyrion slipped his phone into his pocket.

“No biggie. I was tapped in as well. Class will be starting soon, can you find it?”