Their ride to the school was a carriage that was driven by their old household butler named Bob. He had been asked by the Master of the household to stop driving the carriage and leave it to a hired coachman but Bob never seemed to relent.

Although the family was rich enough to afford a coachman too, Bob who was responsible for managing the household didn't like such extravagance and implored Marquess Val for not hiring a coachman.

The four of them boarded the carriage and Bob took the driving seat. He took hold of the reins and jerked them skillfully to get the carriage moving.

The name of the school that was their destination was Merion High School. Zavier prodded his memories and found the information that he was looking for.

Zavier was currently a junior in Merion high school while Nadia and Kacie were a sophomore and a senior respectively.

What he was shocked to find was that the aunt Valarie who was only two years older than himself was actually a teacher at the school. She had been a never-before-seen genius in the field of magic and had sped through her studies in a matter of months before taking over as a teacher in the same school.

She had a dream of becoming the strongest mage in the world which was the very reason why she was so worshipful of those who had strength and talent.

She wanted to get rid of the stereotype that women were weaker than men by becoming the best even when compared to men in the field of magic.

To this day, she hadn't met someone who had a stronger ability or talent, making her become more and more proud.

After the carriage came to a stop, the four came off the carriage one by one. No one waited for the other and parted ways to move towards their own classroom.

Zavier was the last to get off and could only see Nadia hurrying off into the distance to meet up with her friends outside her classroom. There was no sign of the other two but he knew that they had gone to their respective class and staff room.

Left behind by the girls, Zavier was not some lost lamb. He had his own things to do, his own class to attend.

On his way to the classroom, he took in all the surroundings that looked more posh than what he had ascertained from his memories of it.

Everything from the building material to the decorations to the high rise ceiling, everything spoke of the outrageous amount of financial resources put in for the sake of this gigantic masterpiece of civil and magical engineering.

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He knew that such an artistic piece of construction was not possible just based on civil engineering and basic construction mechanisms. There had to be magic involved in order to bring out something like this considering that this was a magical world after all.

The level of art was the same as that of the pyramids in his previous world. They were considered to be a wonder because their construction was not possible without the help of advanced machinery at that time. This beautiful and majestic high school building gave him the same sense of awe and wonder as those pyramids from his past life.

He followed a group of students and was about to rush towards his classroom lest he be late.

Just before he was about to cross the threshold dividing the classroom from the corridor, someone blocked his way by forcefully getting in his way, intentionally stopping him right there.

Zavier was not small by any means but this newcomer was larger than even him by a huge margin. Compared to Zavier, this person was practically a giant.

Zavier looked at the person and some painful memories from the past rushed in, of course not his own memories but the previous owner's.

Being a weak loser was akin to painting a target on one's back. Zavier being such a person was an attractive target for the hyenas lurking in the surroundings who had a little bit of strength but couldn't stop themselves from thinking that they stood at the top of the food chain by bullying some weak little kids.

The leader of those hyenas in the case of Zavier was none other than this giant named Baird. He had been bullying Zavier for a long time and taking money from Zavier had become a routine for him at this point. Many others like Baird took Zavier as their personal cash machine since he came from nobility.

Zavier kept it in mind to teach this bully a lesson after all he was borrowing the body of the previous owner. The least he could do was to help him air out some of his grievances, this bully named Baird being the first of those.

Zavier could have broken his teeth out of his mouth based on his newfound strength but he decidedly played along with Baird because he didn't want to cause such an elaborate scene at the moment.

He didn't think that it was the right time or stage to show his cards but most importantly, Baird was not important enough to demand such a show of hands from Zavier.

Zavier acted all scared like in the past when confronted by Baird, moved his hands timidly into his pocket and took out two pennies which he handed over to the thug smiling smugly and threateningly right in his face.

The threatening smug face showed a satisfied expression. Baird took two steps back and signalled with his hand swaying in the direction of the entrance to the classroom. It was an indication for Zavier that he was free to go.

At this moment, Zavier understood one thing at the very least. The world that he had arrived in was not the same as his previous one where there were many metrics for one's success, wealth, position, knowledge, faith, power, fame, following and even the family that you belonged to.

But in this world there was only strength and personal power. The means through which the power is acquired did not matter at all. The only thing that mattered in the end was whether you had any power of your own or not.

That was the reason that even a nobleman like him was prone to bullying in school.