Overpowered in the Wrong Genre
Chapter 2 – The Wrong Genre (2)

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Chapter 2 – The Wrong Genre (2)

“Afterwards, the Lord Protector position was succeeded by the best defender from generation to generation. Status wasn’t a consideration. Only the best shield capable of firmly protecting the empire…”

The female teacher conducting the lecture suddenly pressed her index finger to her lips. The students who were diligently taking notes sensed something unusual.

“Pfft!”

“Thud!”

Soon, they discovered a male student dozing off in the back seat.

If he were an ordinary student, he might not have been noticeable in the back. But precisely because he was a head taller than the others, even his nodding off seemed remarkably dynamic.

“Doing your best in class is the teacher’s natural duty. And focusing during class is your duty as students. Right?”

―Nod, nod.

“So, it’s okay to warn a student like him who’s nodding off, right?”

Naturally, yes, is the reflexive response. But looking at that male student makes one wonder, ‘Is it really okay?’

A chorus of muscles, not even hidden by a generous school uniform. An aura that no one dares to approach lightly. Because he was the most promising newcomer among the freshmen.

―Sssss!

A translucent ice formed in the teacher’s hand. She was a cryokinetic. Given the speed of her power’s manifestation, she must have been highly skilled.

“Um. This might hurt.”

Again. This time, instead of ice, a snowball formed. That should do it. The female teacher smiled as she took aim at the male student. The students discreetly scattered, and moments later, snowballs flew out of nowhere.

The speed was incredibly fast. In an instant, they landed in front of the dozing male student. Perhaps if it continued, he would be hit squarely in the forehead, covered in snow—

―Crackle!

…But it didn’t happen.

“Have you woken up now, Deus?”

“Sorry, teacher. I’ll pay attention.”

Deus, who reacted in 0.01 seconds while dozing off, wiped away the snowball. Water dripped between his fingers. The female teacher, watching, just smiled and thought, ‘Indeed, a promising one!’

“Now, let’s continue. Currently, the Lord Protector is…”

As the students focused on the lecture, they glanced at Deus from time to time.

It was fascinating. Someone their age, yet with such a body. Again, it was fascinating. Even though they couldn’t see the snowball properly, he caught it.

‘Indeed, the top prospects are different.’

‘Wow… Is that guy really human like me?’

‘Look at those solid arms. I want to hang off of them!’

Regardless of gender, alone or in pairs, constantly catching their glances made Deus feel awkward.

‘Why are they staring like that? It’s uncomfortable.’

Perhaps he dozed off? Yeah. It must be because of that. Honestly, even he found it funny. A guy nods off during class.

Maybe it was because of the spring breeze coming through the window. Or maybe it was because the tension he had until recently had eased.

In the early stages of awakening, the body was always tense!

Muscles ready to explosively jump at any moment!

The will to break through everything with overwhelming force!

…None of those seemed to be useful no matter how much he examined them.

When did he realize something was strange? Yeah. It was two weeks after he threw down the gauntlet to survive.

The first encounter with the world. With names he had never heard before. Even after thinking about it, it wasn’t a novel, ⟨The Gate Opened on the First Day of the Mercenary Group.⟩

It was a completely different world. And a completely different novel. Yeah. Ironically, he had misunderstood the reincarnation genre.

* * *

The morning classes were over. It was now noon. It’s lunchtime. Correction. Let’s call it wartime.

“We’re done! Hey! Run!”

―Thud, thud, thud!!

Some students ran down the hallway at an incredible speed.

“Damn it! Those Kanggak-style brats! They only get excited at times like this!”

“Please, can’t you maintain your dignity as nobles?”

“Didn’t the teacher tell us not to run in the hallway?!”

This is where ability users live. Different from other ordinary humans. Both commoners and nobles. They’re colored by that uniqueness. And when that happens, they tend to behave a little strangely.

Just like now. At first glance, it may seem like risking one’s life for lunch. But in reality, it’s also about showcasing your ability and skill in handling it.

A sense of superiority, different from others. The desire to show it off. Everyone here is special, but I am confident that I am the best!

―Boom!

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“That kid broke through the wall again!”

“Ugh! These dusts! This isn’t the time for such behavior while eating!”

“Who is it! Who dares to cause a disturbance in the sacred dining hall!”

Though lean, a fierce teacher shouts with as much energy. And obediently, the Kanggak-type students, who coolly made holes in the wall, confessed instead of fleeing. The teacher is also an ability user like them. They know they can’t escape.

“It’s you guys again! Unbelievable. Sit down and stand up three thousand times!”

“Stand up!!”

An outrageous number for the culprits. But for them, it’s just enough for ten minutes.

―Rat-tat-tat!

Watching students move like crazy machines, Deus sighed.

“ha.”

It really sucked, it sucked. Deus sighed.

As mentioned, this place isn’t the world of the novel, ⟨The Gate Opened on the First Day of the Mercenary Group,⟩ as I expected.

So what is it, then? What novel did I mistake it for?

Answering that question was incredibly ambiguous and sad.

The world itself is a fantasy. Using special abilities.

While the gate indeed opens, monsters come out of it.

It’s a mix of fantasy, martial arts, romantic comedy, daily life, and comedy.

‘Why did they even add Korean elements? No, why is kimchi in a fantasy world? Nobles drink soju instead of wine, and commoners drink makgeolli instead of beer?’

[TL/N: Makegeolli; It is a milky, off-white, and lightly sparkling rice wine]

Just looking at today’s lunch menu confirms it.

“Pork should be stir-fried without soup!”

“What are you saying?! How can you eat pork without soup to mix it with!”

“Ugh! Is this dismal reality even possible?! This is why commoners! Daring to eat stir-fried pork like rice toppings! Unforgivable! It’s an affront!!”

“Oh dear, noble lords. May your throats clog while eating dry stir-fried food!”

This situation: blonde within the walls fighting over stir-fried pork. They’re even sitting down and earnestly discussing while spouting impure thoughts!

‘Did I ever read such a ridiculous novel? When?!’

After officially reincarnating, he spent some time tearing his hair out. But now, he’s given up on everything and is living as Deus.

Why did they even insist on making an agreement? With one question still unanswered, he suddenly thought about the pork. Shouldn’t stir-fried pork have soup?

“Junior Deus?”

Approaching loudly with a fan folded with a crack! A mysterious aura emanates from her purple hair. Her coolly stretched legs are impressive.

“Why are you standing in line here? I clearly said you have the special right to have lunch comfortably.”

“Thank you for your kind words, but I’m fine with this, Miss.”

―Tsk!

As the girl clicked her tongue, Deus sighed. He apologized for his mistake and quickly changed the honorifics.

“I’m sorry, President.”

“Be careful from now on, junior. Normally, I’d give a warning, but since you’re a recognized promising talent, I’ll let it slide once. Hehe!”

“Thank you.”

“You better be thankful! Especially when the Student Council President is paying attention to you!”

Ohohohehe! The girl laughs oddly. She’s the Student Council President of the Academy of Abilities, ‘Cradle.’ Top of the third year. An air-based ability user, Neferti. She’s also the precious youngest daughter of Duke Maenheim outside.

She was a genius who showed better abilities than the second-year seniors when she entered.

As time passed, she became the Student Council President, not by status but by skill.

Truly a genius. An ultra-elite senior worthy of the title. But…

“Are you moved? Of course! You should be moved! It’s like I’m using my favor! Ohohohehe!”

“Yes, yes.”

From Deus’ perspective, she’s a senior who laughs strangely. Nothing more, nothing less.

“Anyway! If you change your mind, feel free to come to the Student Council room anytime. Our promising one is always welcome!”

Neferti, fluttering her fan widely unfolded, shakes it gently. Then she gracefully moves away, saying they’ll meet again.

“….”

Counting silently as she disappears.

‘One. Two. Three.’

“Eek!”

With a short scream, Neferti falls over.

There’s no way there’s a rock in the hallway. She didn’t bump into anyone.

She just fell over by herself. She tripped over her own foot.

“President?!”

“Are you okay?!”

“Ah, ahaha! I’m fine. Hm! The hallway seems a bit slippery! I’ll have to ask the cleaners to take care of it! Ohohohoho!”

“It doesn’t seem that slippery though….”

Even after, she vanished from sight.

“Keuk!”

“Ughh!”

“Kyaah!!”

Neferti fell over three more times.

‘Is that the Student Council President? Top of the third year?’

He instinctively covered his face. Is this supposed to be a comedy?

“I feel like I’m going crazy….”

While muttering to himself, someone suddenly poked him in the back.

Turning his head, he saw cherry blossom-colored hair.

“….”

“What?”

“…And that’s not bad.”

What’s with this kid? Suddenly suggesting that?

Deus quietly looked down at the girl with pink hair. Unfortunately, she’s a small-sized female student, so he had to lower his head as much as possible.

“What did you just say?”

“Lunch.”

“Lunch?”

“I thought… we were going out to eat…?”

I feel like I’m losing my mind. I want to go out and get lunch. A strange situation.

Isn’t this a fantasy world? Deus once again covered his face.

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