"Wake up, Moris! You'll be late for school!"
The sweet, nurturing voice of Christopher Secht—my father—drifted into my room like a soft melody. I groaned, trying to ignore it. Bad idea. Within seconds, the curtains were flung open, and the full force of the morning sun assaulted my face like it had a personal vendetta.
"Good morning, sunshine," he said, setting down a tray of tea like I wasn't busy being blinded by nature. "You'll feel much better after some tea and breakfast. Now hurry up, or your mother will hear about this."
The mention of Olivia—the terrifying head of our household—got me moving. "Alright, alright, I'm up," I grumbled, sitting up like I hadn't just lost a battle against sunlight.
Christopher smiled like the angel he is. "Good. I'll see you downstairs." He gave me one of those parental pats on the head and left, his footsteps fading.
The second the door closed, I let out a theatrical groan and flopped back down. "Alright, let's break the fourth wall for a second here. School. Again. For the second time in one lifetime. Can you believe this crap?"
I rolled out of bed, glaring at nothing in particular. "I just graduated high school back on Earth. You'd think reincarnation would mean skipping the parts of life that sucked, but nope! Guess what I got? No cheat skills, no chosen-one destiny—just another round of school. Fricking hell!"
I shuffled toward the mirror, dragging my feet like a man marching to his doom. "And don't even get me started on the classes. Most of what they teach here is so basic it's painful. I've already studied it before! But somehow, somehow, I'm still not the top student. I'm second. Second! How is that even possible? Either the topper is secretly another reincarnated soul who was a rocket scientist in their past life, or they're the kid of Einstein and Merlin. Otherwise, this doesn't make sense!"
I sighed, adjusting my uniform. "Seriously, it's like being an adult stuck in a kindergarten class and still losing to a five-year-old. Humiliating."
The sound of the morning bell rang through the house, snapping me out of my rant. I grabbed my school bag and headed for the door, muttering, "And the cherry on top? This world."
I paused dramatically in the doorway, looking at the invisible audience. "Alright, here's the deal. This world is like a mad scientist's fever dream. On the surface, it's all medieval castles, knights, and noble houses. But then you dig a little deeper, and BAM—spaceships, battleships, and magical mechas piloted by teenagers. Yeah, you heard me. Teens—like me—get to fight in giant, magic-powered robots. It sounds awesome, right? It would be, if everything else weren't stuck in medieval times. Like, how do you have robots but still use chamber pots?!"
I stepped out of my room, shaking my head. "Blame the game developer for that. They wanted a medieval setting with advanced tech for plot reasons. And yes, I know all the plot reasons because I beat this game. Why? Because my darling sister blackmailed me into it. 'Play this game or I'll tell Mom and Dad about your browser history.' She had receipts, okay? What was I supposed to do?"
I reached the staircase, leaning on the banister. "So I played it, beat it, and thought I was done with it forever. But noooo. Fate had other plans. Next thing I know, I die in the most ridiculous way possible, and bam—here I am, living in the same game I just finished. A mid-tier noble in a mid-tier family, stuck in the most overcomplicated world imaginable."
I started descending the stairs, smirking at the invisible audience. "And if you're wondering why I don't just dominate this world with all my game knowledge, let me remind you—I'm not exactly in a position of power. The Secht family isn't scraping the bottom of the noble barrel, but we're not topping the charts either. We're just… there. Perfectly average. Just like me."
Christopher's voice called from the dining room, interrupting my inner monologue. "Moris, hurry up, or your breakfast will get cold!"
"Coming, Father!" I shouted back, shaking my head. "You'd think I'd be used to this by now, but nope. It's still weird calling him Father when he acts like my mom."
I reached the bottom of the stairs, glancing at the invisible audience one last time. "Anyway, stick around. Maybe I'll spoil some plot twists for you. Maybe I won't. Either way, welcome to my life—where medieval castles have robots, magic beats science, and I'm somehow the second-best student in a class of twelve-year-olds. Pray for me."
With that, I entered the dining room, bracing myself for yet another day in this absurd world.
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Character's note
Hey sweetie it's me christopher, I still don't quite get the expressions of moris whenever I show him my love, maybe I should bake a cake for him and then feed him with my own hands to deepen our bond
Anyway, time for me to go, bye sweetie see you in the next chapter 🥰