ManjilK

Genre: Sci-Fi Fantasy | Academy | Comedy | Overpowered MC

Manjil Roy was supposed to live a peaceful second life—strong, wealthy, and carefree in a paradise world. But thanks to a careless god’s mistake, he ended up in Starborn Ascension, a brutal world of war, magic, and interstellar empires. Worse? The god accidentally granted him an unstoppable time-stop ability so powerful that even divine beings freeze when he uses it. Panicked, the god erased all records of the mistake and disappeared, leaving Manjil to figure things out on his own.

At first, Manjil thinks his ability is just a really strong version of normal time-stop. But as he trains, manipulates events, and slowly takes control of his own fate, he begins to realize…

"Wait… is this actually broken?"

With his ability, he:
*Secretly trains for centuries in stopped time
 *"Accidentally" gains a reputation as a prodigy
*Manipulates the world while pretending to be a clueless noble
*Leaves the main protagonist very suspicious of him

He should have been just a minor character, an easily forgotten extra in a grand story. Instead, he’s about to rewrite history—without even trying.

The Time-Stopping Extra

Not literally—I could freeze time whenever I wanted—but the admission exam for the Imperial Academy was fast approaching, and I needed to prepare adequately without arousing suspicion.

For the past few weeks (or years in frozen time), my schedule had been packed:

Training under my father's deadly swordsmanship.

Mastering mana circulation without making it look too effortless.

Practicing just enough combat skills to be above average but not a prodigy.

Perfecting my "struggling but hardworking noble heir" act.

My father, Lord Varun Roy, had been… impressed? Which was both a blessing and a curse.

"This level of improvement is rare," he had said one night, after another rigorous session. "You may have potential after all."

"...Thank you, Father." (Please, for the love of everything, don't raise your expectations any higher.)

Sarin, my great older brother, had been substantially less impressed.

"You idiot, why did you make Father interested in training you?" he had whispered. "You could've just coasted through childhood!"

"Believe me, it wasn't intentional."

"Well, it's too late now. Good luck, little brother. You're doomed."

With such amazing family support, I prepared for the inevitable:

The Imperial Academy was in the center of the Imperial Capital, Solarys, a large metropolis packed with noble homes, high-ranking officials, and, sadly, far too many people who could make my life difficult.

House Roy, being a lesser aristocratic house, wasn't important enough to earn a large escort. Instead, I traveled with a small entourage—just two knights and a carriage.

I sat inside, watching out the window as we traveled by huge green fields and towering city walls.

Inside my thoughts, I was racing through all possible scenarios.

Best case scenario: I passed quietly, got into the Academy, and blended in.

Worst case scenario: Something stupid happened, and I unwittingly broke reality.

Given my luck, I knew which one was more likely.

After a few days of journey, we reached the Imperial Capital.

Skyscraping towers. Magical constructs. Streets crowded with merchants, knights, and nobility clad in lavish clothes.

It was a city right out of a fantasy novel.

(Which makes sense because… well, it is.)

As we neared the Imperial Academy's entry gates, I observed throngs of students—some frightened, some bursting with confidence.

Among them were important characters from the original literature.

I instantly averted my look. No need to get connected with the protagonist's story.

I just needed to pass silently.

Then, the examiner's voice burst out—

"Welcome to the Imperial Academy Entrance Exam! All participants, move forward!"

And just like that, the test had begun.

Chapter 8: The Road to the Academy