Wade stood just outside the gates of his dorm, taking in the sight of the sprawling city of Valoria before him. The soft glow of magical lights lit up the streets, and the distant hum of life in the city reminded him that this world, with all its magic and wonder, was now his reality. The air felt almost surreal, as if the magic itself buzzed in the atmosphere. But as Wade continued to observe, a creeping unease began to settle in.
"What timeline am I even in?" he muttered. The thought hadn't really bothered him until now. Up until this moment, he had been too distracted by everything—the strangeness of waking up in a new body, the thrill of being in a fantasy world. But now, as he looked out over the magical city, the enormity of the situation started to sink in. He wasn't just dreaming. He was really here. And more importantly, he had no idea which part of the novel's story he had landed in.
A cold shudder ran down his spine. If he was in the wrong timeline—the earlier one—he might be in serious trouble. He needed to confirm what he already feared: that he wasn't in some alternate, dangerous timeline where the hero hadn't shown up yet.
With that thought pushing him forward, Wade started running toward the dormitory he had been assigned to. His legs moved faster as the weight of the situation pressed down on him. He needed to get back to his room and check the letter and the watch.
His thoughts were still racing as he rounded a corner, and suddenly—bam! He collided with someone, hard.
"Watch your step, shit-for-brains," the guy spat, dripping with annoyance.
Wade stumbled but quickly regained his footing. He barely caught a glimpse of the guy—tall, well-built, with sharp features and clothes that screamed nobility. But the guy's language? Absolutely foul.
"Uh, sorry," Wade muttered, trying to recover.
The guy gave him a sharp look, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, shove that sorry up your ass," he growled, but as he glanced at Wade, he seemed to check if Wade was fine before brushing him off. Despite the foul words, there was a flicker of concern in the guy's expression.
Wade blinked, momentarily taken aback by the sharpness of the response, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. He muttered another half-apology under his breath and hurried past, the urgency of confirming the timeline still weighing heavily on his mind.
Finally, Wade made it to his room, flinging the door open and rushing inside. He darted straight to the desk, where the letter and the smart watch lay. His heart pounded as he grabbed the letter and opened it.
"July 2924..." Wade's breath hitched as he read the date, and his eyes immediately darted to the watch on his wrist to confirm. Mid-July. Just a week before the academy officially started.
The relief he felt was immediate. His heart slowed, and a small smile tugged at his lips. "I'm in the hero's timeline. Thank God."
The hero, Logan Blake, would begin his journey here, in this very academy. Wade knew the story well. Logan wasn't just some talented kid—he was a force of nature. With his brute strength and an unbreakable will, Logan smashed through every challenge thrown his way, quite literally wielding his massive war hammer. His strength was unmatched, and his blessing from the God of War gave him the kind of raw power that made his enemies tremble.
Throughout his academy years, Logan gathered a team of companions, but it was always Logan leading the charge. No matter how dangerous the mission or how overwhelming the odds, Logan's brute strength and sheer determination always pulled them through. Whether it was tournaments, training duels, or deadly missions, Logan relied on his war hammer and unyielding power to smash through any obstacle in his path.
Even when betrayal struck or his companions faced losses, Logan stood steadfast, his focus never wavering. The people around him might falter, but Logan's resolve was ironclad. In the face of adversity, he didn't just survive—he thrived. No matter what the world threw at him, Logan's method was simple: overpower it.
By the time he graduated, Logan had cemented his reputation as the academy's greatest warrior, his war hammer smashing enemies left and right. When the time came for him to face the demon king, there wasn't a shred of doubt—Logan would emerge victorious, just as he always had, smashing his enemies into submission with the overwhelming strength that defined him.
It was the kind of story that didn't leave much room for surprises. Logan was destined to win, and he always did a classic over powered MC with happy ending story
Wade grinned. "So, I'm safe."
Now that the big question had been answered, Wade's mind wandered to more... entertaining thoughts. "Plenty of characters to meet in this world," he mused, a mischievous grin creeping onto his face. There was Emma—a central figure in the hero's team. Strong, sharp-witted, and could probably kick his ass without breaking a sweat. Just his type.
"Maybe..." Wade thought, his imagination running wilder than a unicorn on roller skates. Suddenly, he felt his cheeks heating up. Wait, was he blushing? Him? Blushing? "Get it together, man," he muttered. "You're acting like a teenage girl who just got her first kiss."
He chuckled to himself. "But hey, if I'm stuck in a fantasy world, might as well shoot my shot, right?" He pictured himself suavely approaching Emma, only to trip over a magical rock and faceplant at her feet. Smooth.
"Yep, that's me. Casanova of the century," Wade snorted, shaking his head. But the thought of new adventures—and maybe a little romance—made his heart race with excitement.Feeling lighter, Wade walked over to the window. The magical city of Valoria stretched out before him, its streets bustling with energy and life. For the first time since waking up in this world, Wade felt truly excited.
"Yeah... this is gonna be fun."
He turned away from the window and flopped onto the bed, letting his mind relax. He had a whole week before the academy started. A whole week to explore, plan, train, relax and enjoy this world before things got serious.