The boy told Headmaster Joss, Mistress Ariessa Ricon, and Pigtails Girls Synnove Ciro about the events that will happen 30 years from now (give or take a few years). He didn't get into specific details, only sticking to the main points.

That hundreds and hundreds of magical creatures made out of knives and nightmares began flooding out of the Khazun Mountain Range. And a single one of these 'Razors' could wipe out over a thousand men.

That a normal weapon could hardly damage the creatures and they needed high quality swords or special weapons produced by the Shahjahad Kingdom to even make a difference.

That the Eight remaining kingdoms (the Alvian Kingdom was already decimated at this point) barely managed to work together. Squabbling and petty arguments were common. The people up top had only learnt to set aside their differences at the very end, but by then it was already too late.

That it only took the Razors two years to completely wipe out the majority of humans in the Grandiel Continent from one end of the next. And what little humanity remains was forced to hole up in an island north of the Drumvell Kingdom.

That the survivors had to accept the reality that it was really THE END. And in the face of Armageddon, with the sword of Apocalypse hanging over their heads, humanity who had been standing on their last legs, decided to proclaim “FUCK THAT SHIT!” and do something about it.

That the powers-that-be invoked their last trump card: a long lost spell they found hidden in the deepest floor in the Great Library of Reginheraht. It was discovered when humanity was researching information on the Razors, trying and failing to find their weaknesses or origins.

That they chose to send someone back into the past to change it. A person with great leadership skills, legendary fighting prowess, highly intelligent and most importantly, could convince the world to believe his words and follow him to change the future.

“But that ass hole was indisposed. So you guys are stuck with me."


"Any questions?”



“What a load of crap!”

*the boy sighs

“I can’t believe I just spent an hour listening to this horse shit!”

“Headmaster Joss…”

“That’s one hour of my life I’m never going to get ba-“

“Now I know why your wife left you and took the kids.”

*audible gasp from Mistress Ricon and Synnove

*growls “What did you say?”

“You heard me, you old fart.”


“It wasn't the drinking or the constant moaning and bitching about ‘the good old days when men were men and women were still virgins.’


“Hell, it wasn't even because of your so-called dedication to your job, which by the way you're doing a laughable and half-assed attempt if I may say.”


“She left because you were not the same man she married 25 years ago.”


“Where’s the man with the devil-may-care attitude? Where is the man who was reckless, impulsive and wild?”


“What? You want to hit me? A boy barely a third of your age?”


“You, who couldn't do jack shit against Master Haithur but finally finds the courage to raise your fist against me?”


“Did you know in original time line, you got shoved out the door within half a year due to gross negligence and incompetence?”


“Sure, Master Haithur had a hand in that, but you want to know the truth?”


“Even if he didn't exists, even if you continued doing your job until the end of your term, your reign as headmaster barely made a footnote in the history of this academy.”



The moment is coming, the boy could feel it. He knows that great men are divided into two categories. Those who are forged in fire, and those who need a fire lit from under their asses in order to get them moving.

The boy takes no pleasure from what he is doing. He may look like he’s enjoying it, but that was just an act, a charade. The boy needed Headmaster Joss to attack him, to beat him senseless until Mistress Ricon and Pigtails Girl finally manages to pull the man off him, before the man could beat the boy to death.

Which is why the boy needed the female teacher in the first place. He requires a witness and someone strong enough to stop the Headmaster Joss from finishing what he set off to do.

Only then will the man regret his behavior and be spurned into action, snapped out the rut and lethargy he is currently suffering in.

What the boy is about to do next will undoubtedly leave a bad taste in his mouth (and he’s not just saying that because of the blood and the teeth he will be spitting out in a few moments) but because he was a father himself. The boy briefly wonders if his teeth will grow back or if he will regain eyesight from his left eye.

But Headmaster Joss needed one last push.


“And your daughters, Gisela and Elsie, do you want to know their fates?”

Don’t you say their names! Don’t you dare say their names!



*stunned silence

“Fuck the lesser of the two evils. You choose another way.” says Mistress Ricon as she stares into the boy’s eyes.


Guys, how do you do those blue boxes? I need them for the next chapter.

If you have any questions, constructive criticism, suggestions etc: feel free to leave them in the comments. I do read them from time to time. It's what keeps me writing (almost) every day.

Thank you.

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mykusxz @mykusxz ago

Oh snap, things are starting to get serious!
Can't wait for the next chapter bruv!

Durlek @Durlek ago

Thanks for the chapter!

08/05/2015 17:09:26mushashi Wrote: [ -> ]“Fuck the lesser of the two evils.

add an s to evil there.

Love the way you write! Made me laugh out loud several times. ^^

nasir05 @nasir05 ago

fck this man seriously, what the hell is up with this professor? *sigh* what is the point in making great plans if you are going to change them the second you get slapped and are told to change them?

Ulvr @Ulvr ago

thanks for the chapter

d3rrial @d3rrial ago

Thanks for the chapter 8)

AndrewRL @AndrewRL ago

Please for the love of god do NOT put status windows in this story, if it's for things like, I don't know, better format for a book he's reading or something along those lines (such as what the author for "Hunter Markel" does with medical reports), fine, but this story is way to good for magical blue boxes that "somehow" can define every part of your being and put it into a numerical value. Especially with things such as health, mana, stamina, and damage calculations, you need a flashing blue box to tell you you did 500 damage to the enemy, and applied a bleed effect? You can't figure that out from the GIANT GAPING WOUND IN HIS CHEST!?! Or that you ran out of stamina, oh really now, so THAT'S why I'm collapsed on the ground unable to move a muscle and heavily panting? Who'da known?

This story is fantastic so far (easily top 5 on the site), so please don't take the easy way out by telling us that Character A is lower level than Character B, and therefore cannot harm him no matter what, just for the main character to completely overturn that concept EVERY time, it honestly makes NO SENSE and I would hate for it to be included in the story. If it's just for formatting and such, that's fine, but don't put "magical floating windows that god granted us" just to make describing power levels easier, it takes SOO much away from a story, whether VR based, pure fantasy, or otherwise. Especially when we have already met one of those "God's" and they definitely don't seem like the type to give magical blue boxes to people.

Ok, so this is a bit of a rant, as I'm tired of blue boxes appearing in places they have no right to appear in, but everything I said is still what I think.

That said, thank you for another amazing chapter.

stabertiger @stabertiger ago

Thanks for the chapter!!!Amazing especially the last twist