"Alexander Knight. Samurai from the East. Specialty. Swords. Magic Level. Tier Three. Ranking in the Empire Hero's Academy, rank 2898 out of 3,000 students. However he is still not to be underestimated, as he still exceeds average levels, well I don't think I need to explain since the Academy is buzzing with geniuses and Alexander Knight is simply an above-average student. A perfect demonstration of above average normies in a academic setting of bright geniuses."
Was what the doctor explained about me. He's a sorry excuse for a doctor. What do you mean you don't need to explain what the cringey name academy is? You literally said I'm amnesiac! That's like saying you know what color red is to a colorblind man who just recovered his vision and finally saw the entire world for the first time. And what's with that unclear answer? You just dumped incomplete informations!
Before leaving me to my soliloquy, he handed me a strangely colorful katana, in which it seems it is trying to depict a futuristic theme, which it failed to achieve, as it looked like to me, a fucking loser both in the arts and swords community. I already feel the stupidity.
After that, I tried to find the doctor and had him explained everything clearly to me. Eh, just read any ripoff version of the Author's POV and The Novel's Extra, and you will save yourself from an info dump. The Voice wasn't lying when it said it just has a different character's name and title.
Speaking of the Voice. It disappeared right away, after I formulated a love letter to my fellow super skilled webnovel authors.
Back to the present, it's a good thing I'm an orphan. No friends too, and the tuition was free…
Now what do I do? Should I study in the academy? Duel with the Original Main Character of the story and the transmigrator Main Character? Fight with secret organizations? Or should I live like a normal person?
No wait. Since I transmigrated in a story about an author transmigrating into his story? Does that mean? I am in a story too? Holy divine sacred cow! My whole life was a lie! My story is probably being written by a webnovel author, because there's no way best-selling authors will write this kind of impropriety. Shoot, I hope the author is smart!
Anyway, back to reality. While I probably could be a normal person, I'm not trusting the storyline, I mean Author's POV had an apocalypse descending. What if this happened the same? What if only twenty percent of humanity survives by the end of the story?
Uncertainty is what I certainly fear the most. Fine, I'll do it.
So, my first goal, is to examine my power. With the biodata paper I borrowed from the Doc for the meantime. I went home.
Through the streets and endless numbers of skyscrapers screaming intense capitalism. I trot and trot and rot my legs as it trot like the flawed pot. When I finally went home, I inhaled the air, and saw how simple and large my home is.
According to the biodata, I worked part-time and earned money both from the Goverment and my part-time, leading me to earn a hundred farros a day. Which one hundred farros cost an apple. That's thirty apples a month. How am I still ripped?
"Jeez, how simple." I said as I read the entire biodata. Simply put, I have a simple weapon magic, a magic that strengthens any weapon held, and for me, it's a katana.
I tried out my new power. As I thought, magic works by visualization.
SWASH!
My ugly katana burned bright like a diamond, with the shape of a crackling cackling fire. With my will, I condensed the blue mana into covering the entire katana like it was plastic.
I began to observed the power of a condensed mana against the power of a mana letting itself burn.
"It's like Nen." I remarked. My fighting style is apparently Basic Sword which I learned from a book. A twenty page book worser than Fred's essay about a certain man in a certain island with a certain list that will brought scandal to certain celebrities and politician and even scientists if it brought out as soon as a certain someone got caught.
Gee, at least I was a fencer prodigy in my previous life. Yes, I'm amazing, I'm a fencing prodigy, a writing prodigy, and a rizzler prodigy.
"They should arrive anytime now." I said as I cleaned the sword. Doctor Fahrenheit told me that a lowly (he deeply emphasized that) staff from the academy will fetch me at my home.
BANG!
The door violently flew open as if a scissors opened it. A bald man with bulging veins and ferocious eyes entered with the presence of a annoyed raging gamer who lost a thousand times in a row.
"Alexander Knight? Fuck you." Violence at first sight? I think I'm in love, sadly you're not a girl.
"Fuck you too." I returned with the same aggression and venomous spirit.
"Overgrown infant, c'mere, and let's go, I can't believe I'm wasting time here babying!" He turned away and I followed.
"Overgrown Infant? Your sister could call me that."
"Fuck you. Joke's on you though. I only have a father."
"I'm not afraid to be gay if it means winning this exchange."
"You have the determination of a dove user. But you have the IQ of a man who retired because his boss called him a retard but he thought retard was retire!"
"The reason you don't have a hair is because you ate all of your hair including the one below your stomach."
"That's disgusting! I'll kill you!"
Oh what a lovely way to start my new home in a new world.