Song Jin-Ho believed his end was imminent, expecting to be met with the celestial entrance of Heaven or the smoldering gateway of Hell. Suddenly he was instead struck down by an intense blast of light. Struggling to open his eyes, he experienced an intense ache all over his body, causing him to move and roll over involuntarily. A familiar tone resonated in his ears, "Jin-Ho, you're going to be late for school."

Finally regaining the strength to open his eyes, he was suddenly back in his world and his old room before the passing of his parents and sister. Taking a glance downward, he noticed he was still wearing the same garments as when he had died, and his sword was resting beside him.

Confused as to what had happened, he was abruptly interrupted by the sound of his door slamming open "Get up! Didn't I tell you to stop cosplaying? And what is this wild hair? Get dressed and come downstairs!" His eyes began to well up, his fingers grazing his face. He couldn't help but think when he last shed tears.

She approached him with a gentle expression, her short black hair swaying as she walked in her favorite pink bunny apron. "Honey, why are you crying? Are you hurt?" She asked as she inspected him for any signs of injury. "Mom, am I dreaming", touched his mother's face expecting her to disappear but instead a warm feeling went through his hands, and a worried expression was placed on her face, "Are you feeling sick?" she questioned touching his forehead.

"You should stay home, but come down and eat breakfast" With one final glance at her son, she then proceeded downstairs.

Removing his clothes, he saw himself in the mirror. Not only were there scars from battles and wars he participated in, but he also had white hair -- a sign that he possessed magical powers in the other world. This was an indication that someone had magical powers, the lighter the color the greater strength one possesses. There were four statuses: peasants typically had black or brown hair; knights typically had light brown hair; priests and kings both had blond hair; and the hero—summoned once every thousand years—was renowned for having white hair.

Not to worry his mother, he quickly put on his school uniform and as he was preparing to collect his bag. On his desk lay an open notebook, with the first page visible and a note written upon it. Out of curiosity, he read the note.

Dear Mom, Dad, and Sis,

 If this note is seen I am already gone. I understand that my choices have caused pain to you all; however, I could not take the bullying anymore. As my last wish please look out for one another; from above I shall watch over you. 

 -Song Jin-Ho

He finally realized that he had indeed gone back in time but to a different universe, one where he had taken his own life. The universe he was from had already been destroyed, the only reason he knew this is from a book in the other world called, 'Universe Of The Hero' which was about the theory that once a person dies they go to the same universe as a newborn but on rare occasions, if a person original universe is destroyed they will transmigrate into another universe where their other self was supposed to die and will take over their body. Most of the time they won't be aware that it's not their universe as they will only remember the body's memories. 

Closing the notebook, he descended to the dining room where his family was gathered. His father was reading the daily paper, his mother was prepping school lunches, and his sister's face was fixed on her phone as usual. Upon taking in the scene before him, tears welled up in his eyes but he managed to stifle them and move towards his place at the table. His mother looked up and uttered, "I said you could stay home." His sister's head snapped up as she protested, "Mom! That's not fair; he doesn't even look sick!" But her protests ceased immediately when she received an implied warning glare from their mother. 

A grin spread over his face as he said, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Besides, I want to go to school." His mother looked uncertain but remained silent. Then something on the television drew his attention: "Good morning... One of South Korea's most powerful S-rank awakeners gave a speech at the Black Gate." This was strange for Jin-ho; did this universe have monsters as well?

His father spoke up, "Those pesky gate monsters, why can't they just leave us alone?" Despite the temptation to ask questions about the gates, he quietly ate. He knew that if he asked, it would look suspicious and his mother would worry and insist he stayed home; everything seemed so unfamiliar in this new world.

"I'm going now," he proclaimed and grabbed his bag from the nearby chair. With that, he and his sister began heading toward school, but then suddenly she stopped. Confused by her sudden actions, he looked at her to find out what was wrong when she softly spoke, "I don't want to be seen with you at school...I wish things weren't like this but I don't want to get bullied too; I'm sorry for being so weak even though I'm your older sister." Even though they couldn't make eye contact due to her turn-away head, the slight crack in her voice told him all that he needed to know - she was crying.

Smiling softly, he stepped forward and embraced her tightly as she broke down into sobs. They stood there for what felt like hours but in reality was only a few minutes - his smile never wavering throughout it all.

Not wanting them to be late, he wiped her tears and a small laugh escaped her lips as she looked up at him, "You always seem like the older sibling...and when did you get so tall?" Trying to think of an excuse, he remembered that in the past his posture was bad and it took a lot of training to stop hunching over. "Hmmm, just had bad posture" he replied.

He watched his sister walk away towards her friends in time for the school bell ringing and he couldn't help but smile.

Guessing that everything was the same, except for his alternate universe self actions, his first-period classroom remained unchanged. With every step he took the number of eyes gazing upon him seemed to multiply, but it wasn't anything unexpected. He had experienced this in the other world as well; with stares full of jealousy, hatred, and even desire. But all these looks were just signifying either hatred or pity.

Sliding open the door, a hush fell across the room. Upon taking a glance around, he spotted his desk, which had been defaced with what appeared to be nasty words and dirty...underwear. He was reminded of the sensations associated with being bullied and, in hindsight, could only describe it as childish behavior.

The whispers in the class filled up from one student to another, "He should have just stayed home, he's a fucking loser." Not paying attention to his classmates' comments walked up to the chalkboard and grabbed the ruler. With it in hand, he began to take the underwear off his already ruined desk. Snickers came from the back of the corner of the classroom, causing him to pause before turning his gaze in that direction. "Got a problem?" he asked curtly, said a dirty blond-haired boy with numerous earrings. 

He had an idea that made him smirk, so he walked over to the teacher's desk and dropped the underwear on it before returning to his desk, avoiding sitting down as it was filthy. The smile on the blonde face disappeared and the people around him started to whisper but no one got up to take it up.

 The teacher entered, and a middle-aged man with a shingly head stopped at the desk looking at the underwear. "Whoever did this better own up or face harsher consequences" his eyes landed on the blonde and taking notice of this he became defensive, "It wasn't me….It was Song Jin-ho, you know him always playing pranks" The elder looked at Jin-ho taking a deep breath. "Is that true?" without hesitation the Jin-ho spoke up, "No sir, as you can see everyone's desk is perfectly clean but mine is covered in not only dirty liquid but also nasty words"

The teacher approached the desk, examining the mess before him. "Whoever is responsible for this needs to come forward," he declared, but silence hung in the air. Suddenly, a hand shot up from the back of the room. "It was me. Is there going to be an issue?" a boy with black hair asked, casually crossing his legs. Without missing a beat, the teacher turned and strolled back to the board. "Well, today is just self-study," he announced, before hastily exiting the classroom.

Song Jin-Ho studied the boy intently for a full minute, concluding, 'He must be the leader.' He then rummaged through his bag for his textbooks. Suddenly, a pencil whizzed past, striking him squarely on the back of the head. He could have easily dodged it, but that would have been troublesome. Picking it up, he glanced at the boy with black hair, who chuckled, "Oops, my fingers slipped." With a grin, Jin-Ho rose to his feet. "Let me return this," he said, gripping the pencil tightly before throwing it back at the boy. "Ahhhhhhh, my eye!" the boy cried out, doubling over and clutching his left eye. "Oops, my finger slipped," Jin-Ho replied nonchalantly as he settled back down, while the others hurried the black-haired boy off to the nurse.

The classroom was mostly silent, with only the occasional hushed whisper breaking the stillness. Suddenly, an announcement echoed through the room: "Song Jin-Ho, please report to the principal's office."