Do you believe that if there are infinite possibilities then anything can happen?

For example, the possibility that Earth is not the only planet with life or  the possibility that two people can do the same things in synchronization for 10 minutes in different places without realizing it?

Well I was always mind-boggled at such an odd question.

There were many possibilities, however calling it infinite may be a stretch.

Sure, the sun could explode but the chance that magic exists is a definite 0%.

The possibility that 5 humans can reproduce and lose all their cells at the same speed for 10 hours is 0% since cells are so numerous it is impossible. To summarise, as long as their is one impossible possibility then the answers are not infinite. 

So why do I talk about probabilities and nonsense.

Well, that was quite obviously because as of now I was 100% sure that I was in a different world.

No, I am not crazy or on any types of drugs. Anymore.

Several hours ago I had woken up to an alarm, an English breakfast and a good day at school.

Pretty chill.

After school ended I took off to my room in anticipation for a new chapter of Classroom of the Elite.

And so I loaded the novel.

As I typed in the link to the site at the top my eyebrows furrowed.

Error- Website you searched for is not available.

I typed the link in again.

Error: Website you searched for is no-

Again.

Error: Websi-

AGAIN.

Erro-

I closed my eyes as I leant back and sighed.

Did they change the link?

I quickly used my keyboard warrior skills to search google.

Read Classroom of the Elite novel new chapter.

No results.

Odd, they changed the name too?

And then I searched for around an hour until a small idea wandered at the edge of my mind.

I shook my head.

Relax.

The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

Calm down Sutoka Otaka.

That's my name by the way.

It means Stalker Man when translated.

When I was born my parents told me the doctors accidently wrote Sutoka (Stalker) instead of Sutoku (Virtue.)

And so you could say I was cursed from the start.

But none of that really matters now.

What did matter was the thought that popped into me head and swiftly left.

Recently, I had read a few interesting Novels...

The main character reincarnates as Genius Martial Artist with strongest lungs.

The main character is a god with cheats but he has to unlock them.

The main character became the Hero but he is too lazy.

That sort of stuff.

And so I had an idea.

Imagine your life was a novel called Xs Wonderful Adventures.

Obviously if you were a random person you could read this.

However if you were the wonderful adventurer, well you would not be able to read it.

So what if I was in Classroom of the Elite?

The probability was small however not gone.

If there was a chance of a God then maybe I accidently got killed and reincarnated with amazing iq in Classroom of the Elite?

Okay Sutoka. Let's do this.

I quickly opened up an online math test.

Sally has 5 apples.

Sam has 5 apples.

Sally eats 3 of Sams apples and drops 2 apples.

What is the square root of 1965734. (Non-Calculator.)

Like I'd need a calculator with my new inner genius.

I hummed as I knew for a fact it was great for awakening your inner-.

No way.

Before I knew it my hands had moved.

I looked at what had been written.

Oh.

My hands had just been pressed against my desk and were seemingly hurt quite bad and had moved from instinct.

The desk imprints were visible but I paid no mind.

Well, it lucks like my intelligence hadn't rose.

But obviously Intelligence was not all. In Classroom of the Elite even big doofuses like Sudou could survive with minimum intelligence.

I went to my bed and put my hands under.

Hands? One hand should be enough.

I counted down in my head.

3.

Muscles tensed.

2. Eyes blazed.

1.

Nothing happened.

Well that was really awkward.

After making do with one last check for power-ups I sighed.

Was I going to be a background character?

Again?

In my second life? Well, still my first probably unless God had really killed me by accident and reincarnated me.

You may be wondering, don't you care about your parents and friends.

No, I killed them all 7 years ago.

I'm kidding.

My mother walked in on my thinking session and left me some biscuits.

I grabbed a biscuit from my desk.

My father had come home around 5 minutes ago.

Chomp.

As I took bites of a biscuit I thought about my friends.

Yeah about them.

I was homeschooled. But not because I was a genius who was too intelligent for ordinary education. Simply because, all the schools nearby were full. This and me developing a small passion for Anime and Video games had led me to become a tad bit unsociable. But I was prepared unlike characters such as Ayanokouji. After reading classroom of the Elite I realized how essential social skills were so the first thing I did was talk to my pillows every night.

That was 3 years ago.

And now, I was at the epitome of socialism. I wouldn't be surprised if I was... too sociable. At a level where I was cursed with constant notifications from my phone and the stress of having too many birthday gifts. But only time would tell...

I braced myself as I opened my door. This was it. The confirmation of my guesses and the truth behind whether I had rambled madly for the past few minutes or whether I was truly in another world.

"Dad, where might I be going to school?"

"School?" My father spoke in a deep voice.

"You're going straight to the army lad."

I froze.

The army? The place where the shared showers were?

A hand placed on my right shoulder.

"Gahaha, I'm just joking with you. Only a fool wouldn't send you to Koudo Ikusei Senior High School,"

I silently cheered.

"Yeah."

"Well have a good night son, after all you'll need it."

As my fathers footsteps echoed in the hall I prepared my plan.

A plan that would launch me into the upper echelons of the classroom of the elite.

I began scribbling down until my snores traversed around my room.

And my new life began.

Big plan:

1. Becom-

The time I woke up in a Classroom of the Elite.