The beginning of the end of the beginning of chapter 1

I had transmigrated into a novel I love to read. It was all too surreal that the past three hours have gone by in a blur before reality had fully sunk in. 

The clothes I wore, the sensation in the air. Even my stature had changed slightly with more tanned skin. 

It might not sound believable, but it's true. I was now in the world of 'Academy's Weakest Revival of a Sword God'. Bit of a long-winded title but I read it to pass the time so I wasn't too bothered. 

At first I thought this was a prank, but with how much the city skyline changed, and no matter how many times I pinched myself or rubbed my eyes. There I was, standing in this novel's sci-fi world of magic and monsters.

How I came to realize this was the book I had read was because I was currently in line for an academy exam. Banners and welcome signs were scattered throughout the hallways saying, 'The Kordell Academy Entrance Exam' which was a clear tell for me as an avid reader. 

While it took me some time to reconcile my transmigration, I found it in me to soon enough say those special words. Murmuring under my breath before anyone can scrutinize me, "Status window."

A holographic screen popped in front of me.

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[ Khael Sonja's Status Page ]

Age : 18

Grade : F

Ability : Greatsword Proficiency (F)

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Attributes : 

Strength - E

Agility - F+

Stamina - E+

Mana - F-

Willpower - F-

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Skills : 

[ Desert Drifter Arts ] (F Rank) - A movement art developed by the Tribe of Sunrock for maneuvering against sandstorms and herds of predators. Aggressive and deceitful, what it lacks in speed it makes up in trickery and steadiness.

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It was surprising…

Not bad. Good even.

As an avid reader I wasn't privy to the fact that scenarios like this usually placed the protagonist in unfavorable situations. But in this case, it didn't seem so tragic.

As for who I had possessed, I felt the name was familiar…

Someone with short dark hair and tanned skin, coming from the desert…

Remembering slightly, he seemed to be part of the villain's party…

The one to get possessed and soon enough betray the friendship of the hero's party so that the protagonist is fueled by revenge and gets stronger…

…

Perhaps I shouldn't have spoken.

Scrunching my hair amidst the nervous teenagers lining up, I began to regret my nonchalance. This was a terrible situation to be in! How could I even begin to escape my scenario?

Not enrolling in Kordell Academy was definitely not an option. Its resources and protection were beneficial to anyone enrolling, providing training and weapons to teenagers who'd be otherwise killed off by villains or monsters. So enrolling was a must.

Defeating the organization behind the scenes was also not on the table, they were late game content that was practically left till graduation. So that was out of the question…

The events haven't happened yet so maybe I could change the situation. I could be strong enough to protect myself from both this dangerous world and the plot of the end of the world. 

It was the only way, possibly the most realistic since I also had the knowledge of future events. I was to some degree 'safe' in the academy while I trained and avoided the scenarios of the world's plot.

Especially avoiding the protagonist. That guy was troublesome.

Suddenly, like fate calling to me, a black flash slammed out from one of the exam hall doorways. It moved at an unprecedented speed as it skidded along the cold floor before slowing at my feet.

Pale skin, white hair, red eyes, scrawny figure.

This guy, there was no mistaking it. As if anyone could. His appearance was too eye-catching.

Why did this guy have to suddenly appear? Landing at my feet of all places, wasn't it supposed to be some big-boobied chick in the novel? Looking at my chest, I had some devastating news for him.

From the door that this poor kid had been flung from, a voice and massive hulking body emerged.

"Bastard! Watch that mouth of yours before I tear it off you!" The big guy's muscles bulged and emanated this intense aura of... well aura if you get what I mean. "You apologise for what you said to her or else you're gonna get it!"

Perhaps the instructor was compensating for something, but did he really have to shout every sentence? He's supposed to be the adult in this scenario. I guess the author was quite immature when he wrote the beginning of this novel, because the situation as I remember, was really dumb.

"Apologise? Never!" The boy swiftly got off the floor and stood defiantly before the onlookers and the impossibly huge instructor. Pointing his finger at the man he proclaimed loudly, "I'll never take back what I said. I'm done with being pushed around, today I'm going to show the world why you should never mess me...

...Arthur Starlight"

Dude, you're embarrassing all of us. 

I promise he gets his character development later, he's not always like this.

Arthur sprang into action whilst mysteriously a faint silhouette of a sword made of light appeared in his hands. Onlookers watched with intensity as the much smaller body charged bravely against the definition of muscle. A sense of adoration and respect surrounded his actions as others watched in solidarity, the recognition of burning youth! 

*BANG*

With a swift slap, the poor boy was backhanded into the wall. Froth drooled from his mouth as the 'battle' came to an anti-climatic finish.

He gets better, I promise... let me be clear, I don't exactly 'love' this novel.