Chapter 1: Chapter One : Plan

'I don't get it. Why would I magically end up crossing worlds and ending up here when everything is just slightly different? There isn't a demon lord, nor is there magic...'

Silas, formerly Andrew from Earth, looked out the window of his dorm room, wishing he had answers to this mystery that made no sense to him. Unlike those novels where the protagonist meets a God or angel after dying and then receiving a mission, he just regained consciousness in this world as a student named Silas.

Luckily, Silas didn't have to act as much as the protagonist normally would because he had no friends as the former Silas was an outcast and a weirdo in the eyes of his fellow classmates.

It was so bad that his body had bruises and marks, no doubt from the bullies who had been pestering him the past few days for money, but unlike the original Silas, the new Silas wouldn't give up a penny even if he were to be beaten to death.

Working all kinds of odd jobs just to give the money to some bullies? Silas truly looked down on the original. His room was neat, not that he bothered to keep it tidy, just that it hadn't been long since he had arrived in this world, so he had yet to mess it up.

"If it was just the students, it wouldn't be so bad, but the teachers also seem to hate me. I wonder what the original did that made him so detested."

Silas didn't get the starter package, A.K.A the memories of the original, so he spent the last few days on Hell Mode, trying to glean whatever he could from conversations and snippets he could pick up from others.

Silas took the original's name as it made no sense to cling to his old one, but he wouldn't take on whatever problems the original had, as to him, they may have shared a body, but were to completely different people.

The detested looks and mocking comments he could ignore, but the bullies who beat him up for his money, he wouldn't tolerate. After spending two days deliberating whether or not to deal with them, he decided to do it.

"I worked for the money, and even when I tell the teachers, I only get looks of disdain and ridicule from them. I wish this body was athletic or something. Some of those bullies aren't even strong."

According to the school, he should 'understand that his classmates were only playing around'. He wondered if they were in their right minds as even after showing them his bruises and scars, they ignored it.

"Since I can't get help from others, I can only help myself." Silas stood up and opened his closet, revealing a pair of black clothes that would make it easier to move at night unseen.

"I'll give it one more day. If you idiots value your lives, I pray you stay far, far away from me." Under the clothes was an eleven inch black hunting knife lying coldly in the dim lighting.

Neatly placing his clothes back on top of it, he closed the closet and walked back to his bed, his brown eyes cold and merciless like a cornered beast about to retaliate.

Laying down, he closed his eyes and drifted off. He could recall in his memories being trained by his father in his previous life, the most important things were to keep calm and have patience, but over the past few days, his patience wore thin.

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Time passed and soon the sun rose, however the room remained dark due to the closed curtains. Opening his eyes, he calmed his breathing and listened to his steady heartbeat before getting out of bed.

A quick shower quickly overcame his remaining tiredness, and looking at the thin young man in the mirror, he narrowed his eyes. Unlike his previous life where he was in excellent physical shape, he hadn't trained and conditioned his body, but he ignored that as though it might hinder him a bit, he wasn't afraid.

Wearing a casual shirt and pants, he fixed his expression until it looked no different than normal. He lifted his bag and left his dorm room, locking it behind him.

As the resident 'weirdo' of the school, he didn't share a dorm with anyone as who'd want to associate with a 'weirdo'? He didn't mind however as it made it a lot easier to carry out his plans if no one paid him any attention.

Silas walked down the hall, squinting a bit as the bright sunlight shone through the windows. A few people were in the hallway, but they either ignored him or pointed at him as if he were some exotic animal in a zoo.

"Is that him? He looks a bit stupid... I can see why 'that' happened." Someone whispered to another as Silas walked by, and he was tempted to stop and question the boy, but he withheld the urge.

'Last thing I need is to draw undue attention to myself. I can always ask the idiots I'll meet later whatever I want, just a few more hours.' Silas let out a breath, walking down the stairs with his eyes squinted slightly.

Silas ignored the looks he received and grew used to the past few days and walked to his classroom. He didn't miss the looks of amusement he got from a few girls who looked at him, but he didn't react.

'Just what in the Hell happened to the original?' Silas withheld the urge the rub his temples, opening the door to his classroom and walking inside, not bothering to speak.

"Oh? Did you bring the money or do we have to beat it out of you today as well?" A taunting voice spoke and Silas quietly looked over as he took his seat, his expression showing some nervousness, but his eyes were like a poisonous viper looking at it's prey.

"I don't have any mon-" Silas couldn't finish because the rather muscular student had walked over, pushing off his chair with a heavy shove. Silas could catch himself if he wished, but he just slumped to the floor, his nails digging into his palms as he withheld the urge to act.

"I didn't hear you quite well. Do you have my money or not?" The boy spoke, and Silas did a quick scan of the room with his eyes and realized the majority of the class was looking his way.

"N-no." Silas didn't do anything when the student tried to grab his collar, but then the door opened and the teacher walked in, so the bully clicked his tongue in annoyance and walked back to his seat, shooting the 'scared' Silas a vicious look. 

"If you all are done, can we begin?" The teacher looked at his class and asked sternly. Everyone reluctantly turned their gazes forward, and soon, the incident was all but forgotten about because it was an everyday thing.

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