Rosanna's P. O. V:
Transmigrating to a fantasy story might have been one of my top five best story troupe. But being a protagonist in such a plotline? Haha. No.
Just because exciting things have been happening in my life doesn't make me feel like a protagonist. Especially in this battle arena called alternate earth.
I can't help but feel more insecure as things continue to spiral out of my control.
Maybe I anticipated a lot of crazy scenarios considering this used to be a novel and very not 'realistic' but it just went off my charts to consider this typical demonstration.
The stinging of my cheeks made me raise a brow and release a short laugh. It's funny really. This whole act is so last century.
So a simple conversation can turn into a lack of brain demonstration?
Ha.
.
I woke up earlier than usual, even without my alarm clock starting my day as a nuisance.
It was the unending nerves I felt contrary to my ever placid expression. My sleeping schedule goes a little wonky whenever I sleep in a different area.
And for this place, I slept late and woke up early. A horrible setting if you ask me.
Dressing up in my outfit for the day, I settled for comfort over fashion. Basically a blue hoodie with a black turtleneck and black shorts. Packing my hair up in a ponytail.
Swinging my bag over my shoulder, I exited the room and locked the door. Wondering if Kairos had access to my private stuff.
Now, that would be plain rudeness to invade my privacy.
Thoughts wondering about, I walked down the hallway and stepped through the portal. Arriving at the stairway Naiyah dropped me off yesterday.
I went down the stairs and saw the sight of all Team Alpha and Natalie in the room. Chatting, eating and surrounded in the halo of main characters.
Pearce and Drake were arguing- voices half enveloping the noise in the room. I saw Elan in the middle, holding the two dorks aside from getting engaged in a physical fight.
It's worrying seeing them in reality than funny reading it in a novel. For a second there, I could see a time bomb ticking above their heads. A sign to the incoming fight that might include more than two parties.
Elan was seriously pissed, judging from how his expression became all the more friendly. Nothing seemed out of place with his prince charming expression.
Rather, the background seemed out of place. Who looks so amiable when your two friends are close to gouging each other's hearts?
"Knock it off, you two. You've been at this since yesterday, and I doubt you both will reach a conclusion. F*cking grow up and accept your views are different."
Elan shoved Drake away and gave Pearce a kick.
"Well, second b*stard. If you couldn't realize, the only way for me to find a middle ground with this sh!t is when I grow retarded."
Growling in response to Drake's insult, Pearce replied.
"An IQ of my level is a pipe's dream of yours, Draco. Try to hide your jealousy a lil bit and- idiot, are you listening?"
Karissa noticed my presence. She quirked an eyebrow at me, before nudging Drake and whispering something into his ear. Which of course, distracted Drake from Pearce's words.
Whispering was something I knew was unnecessary. Everyone here had superhuman senses and none were human.
So basically, I'm the only one that can't hear what she's saying. How alienating.
While I was curious of what was being told, everyone turned their stares to me. Including Naiyah who I thought was asleep. And the atmosphere became quiet with a stale air.
The tension is obvious but I find it exaggerating to go all 'freeze, solemn and alienating' just because I arrived.
I opened my mouth to speak but Natalie beat me to it.
"Kairos' new wh*re?" Natalie said with a smile as she took a sip of her drink.
Oh, could've forgotten about her. Sorry to those without an imposing aura. Myself included.
Twirling the black liquid in her glass cup, Natalie set her sights on me awaiting my response. Her expression a mixture of boredom and laziness as she leaned on the wall.
"You?" I responded with a smile.
Looking her up and down, the smile turned to a smirk.
"Definitely. Good quality sl*t."
I don't necessarily make comebacks and I do actively try not to engage in arguments or conflicts. But, receiving certain stupid remarks just didn't sit well with me.
I attempted to leave quietly through the exit while the rest of the team watched the show. But Natalie wasn't having any of that.
But if I say this wasn't expected, it's a lie. Though avoiding it was what I tried to do.
In a blur, the purple haired female arrived at my front and gave me a backhanded slap.
The stinging of my cheeks made me raise a brow and release a short laugh.
While I processed the situation, my laughter became longer as I wheezed and clutched my stomach.
Feeling the anger bubble within me.
"Okay, okay." I stepped back, raising my head with a grin.
"I'm not into catfights." I raised both hands in surrender.
"And I'm not a threat in whatsoever situationship you have with my professor. Like girl, you really gotta chill. This villainy act is so last century. And legally, violence is- oh, anyways, you've slapped me. Pacified, eh?"
I smiled the sweetest I've done. It's not like I'm not angry. Not that I can't afford to make an enemy- actually, yes.
But. I can't fight back now. And even if I could, I can't avenge. It's just that the type of vengeance I go for can't balance simple situations such as this.
But it's considered okay to make it impossible for her to get together with Kairos, right?
No more violence, yay?
Not anyone crosses my path without reason and expect me to go 'oh it's okay'.
Acting impulsively is even a luxury I can't afford. Like giving her a very nice roundhouse kick. Remembering all the f*cking things this b!t-
Oh my.
D-did I just?!
"The f*ck did you do?" Natalie hissed, clutching her cheek as she stumbled back. Looking at me in disbelief like she couldn't believe it's the first time someone gave her a lil' lesson.
Actually, I also can't believe that.
Elan got in my front and held Natalie's hand which was ready to claw at me with her elongated black fingernails. Or better described, claws.
"Natty-nate, you know you should chill, right? Can't have you decapitating someone who's valuable to Kairos, hm?"
"All the more reason I should f*ck that face up!" I heard Natalie's shrill scream amidst her futile struggle in Elan's restricting hold.
Everything was a blur. I'm just seeing colors and Elan's flashing blonde hair that keeps stopping Natalie advance at me. And I'm highly grateful to Elan.
Stepping backwards, I replied. Finding odd confidence from this stereotypical but beyond stereotypical presentation.
"Babe, one must learn to chill you know! How can you live a peaceful life with that personality? Who sh!t on you when you popped out of mamma's womb?"
And then I dashed out of the room, crashing into an unsuspecting figure.
Before I fell hard into his hold, Kairos spread his arms a bit, enveloping me to avoid an otherwise disastrous fall. And then Kairos stared at me. Or more precisely, my cheek.
But I couldn't read anything from those eyes. It remained blank.
"Go." He said and I felt my surroundings turn black before I found myself at Zone Alpha.
Staring at the huge building before me, I laughed a bit feeling slightly satisfied.
What just happened was weird but satisfying- it's not everyday a drama-crazed fellow like myself sees such interesting things. Even if I preferred the targets to be anyone but myself, I'm happy I came out unscathed.
And I eagerly anticipating my brag to Aniysa about my achievement of giving THE Natale Spades a kick on her face.
Oh yes, I prefer the flowers black Rose, red Rose and Gardenia for that memorable day.
Perhaps a gold and white coff- what am I thinking?
I... Kairos won't let me die just like that, yes?
Yes?
Yes?!
I wondered why I impulsively kicked that demoness. F*ck.
Wait.
"Konah, how the heck did I throw such a kick?!"
Obviously if I knew how to casually give a roundhouse kick, I'd be famous on Earth. Not that I wasn't but that's for a different lame reason. What nice weird girl?
I want to be known as a karate girl!
It's absolutely hideous to always be misunderstood as a good person when in actual fact you're just lazy and uncaring.
Like, can I be seen as my true self and not feel the advantages of a good reputation is not someone rubbing salt on the fact I have poor expression skills?
And having loved ones fretting over you because you're 'weak'? I appreciate the care but no.
Point is- how can I have such fine skill and not know till I appeared in this d*mned world?
Answering my question, Konah replied.
However, when certain emotions fluctuate to a certain degree or the intense desire for violence emerges, the activation of those attributes are put in free use. Just like when you first came into this world. The demon was placed on a mental attack to stale for time while you stood paralyzed in fear and shock.> Mulling silently over the information, I understood the general bits and concluded I have much more than one special talent. Well it is to be expected, throwing me into this world to create a considerable change requires much more than my random presence. I squealed internally. "From this day onwards... I am, O. P. Rosanna Jael Graymond. The O. P. for overpowered- Yes!!!" Students gave me weird looks and distanced themselves from me but I cared not. Life saving skill check! But no, seriously, now is not the time to be overly happy. I need to watch my back after that thing with Natalie. Imagining a hundred ways to die silently by a psychopath, I remembered the song which correlates to my situation. '-send shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time, Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go, Gotta leave you all and face the truth Mama, oooh, I don't want to die' Clearing my head of other thoughts, I walked in to Class 28B, where I'll begin my Mana Practice for the day. I settled in on my mat and watched students fill in and Ms. Ava concentrate on reading a book. Soon, as usual, we were all complete and Ms. Ava stood up and walked to the board. "Welcome back, Ms. Graymond." She said without looking back, writing something on the board. "Thank you, ma." Blushing slightly, my voice could be heard in the quiet room. "From our last class, I agreed to give you all the grace of one week to increase two talent of yours to 50% level 1. Thereafter we'll begin running simulations of M. A. C. Tests. I continuously implore you all to practice well in your private sessions. Don't accuse the Institution of cruelty if you die in that simulation. Understood?" I stiffened visibly. What? What. What. What. What?? Oh f*ck. It seems my days of labour 9-5, 7 days a week has resumed. I forgot about the fact that neglecting any course have the potential to lead to my death. But my progress is quite fast so I'd catch up, yes? Yes. Definitely.