Silas pushed open the door to the counselor's office—and immediately blinked in surprise.
The room looked less like a place for guidance and more like a holding cell for magical delinquents. A half-dozen students were already crammed inside, slouched in chairs or arguing quietly among themselves.
Guess giving teenagers magic was a bad idea after all.
At the front of the room sat the guidance counselor. In the game, her avatar had been a featureless black silhouette, not even given a name. Here, though, she was very much real—and stunning enough to rival the main heroine herself.
The counselor sighed dramatically, tossing Silas a tired look.
"Great. Another one. What is it this time?"
She pointed lazily at an empty seat in the back.
Silas chuckled and made his way over, sprawling into the chair with a casual slouch, legs kicked up onto the desk.
"I might've detonated some combustion magic in class," he said, grinning as if he'd just admitted to stealing a cookie.
The counselor pressed her fingers to her temple, the dark bags under her eyes telling a clear story: she was way too old for this nonsense—and probably only in her twenties.
Before she could start tearing into the group, a sudden knock interrupted her. She glanced toward the door and groaned loudly.
"Oh, come on! Another one?"
Muttering under her breath, she stormed over and yanked the door open.
"I'll be back. Don't do anything stupid," she snapped before slamming it shut behind her.
Silas leaned back in his chair, smirking.
Wouldn't wish this job on my worst enemy.
Dwayne stormed over, slamming his hand down on Silas's desk. His black hair and crimson eyes made him look every bit the typical bad boy straight out of an otome game.
"I know you were trailing me, you bastard," Dwayne growled, leaning in close. "What's your game?"
Silas casually lowered his legs from the desk, resting his chin on one hand.
"I just got lost," he said with a smirk. "What's it to you?"
Dwayne stared at him for a moment—then barked a laugh.
"Man… you're a brave one, aren't you?"
Flames flickered to life around Dwayne's fists.
Well… guess I'm gonna end up a school delinquent in this new life too.
Silas moved without hesitation. He kicked his desk straight into Dwayne's chest, sending him stumbling back. Before Dwayne could recover, Silas grabbed his chair, ripped a leg off, and twirled it like a makeshift bat.
"If you're gonna threaten someone," Silas said, stepping forward with a grin, "make sure you're ready for a real fight!"
With a satisfying crack, he smashed the chair leg across Dwayne's face, sending him flying across the room. The other delinquents in the room hooted and hollered, clearly enjoying the show.
"I got money on Dwayne!" someone shouted.
"You kidding? That new kid's got my money!"
Silas couldn't help but laugh. This felt more like home than anything else in this new life.
"Fire Ray!"
The shout snapped Silas's attention back to Dwayne. Still sprawled on the ground, Dwayne pointed a burning palm at him, a sphere of flame swirling in his hand.
Silas grinned.
It's just a ray. That won't do anything.
The fiery beam shot out—but Silas simply tilted his head, dodging it with ease.
"Too bad," he said, laughing as he hefted the makeshift bat.
In one fluid motion, he hurled the bat straight at Dwayne. Dwayne, mid-spell, instinctively caught it—but the distraction was fatal.
Silas closed the distance in a blink and drove his boot into Dwayne's face, knocking him out cold.
The delinquents erupted into cheers and laughter, clapping like they'd just watched the best fight of the week.
"Goddammit," someone groaned.
"Told ya—you better pick your bets smarter," another jeered.
The others laughed, tossing playful insults back and forth.
Silas smirked to himself.
Man… why the hell did I even bother trying to act nice when I got here?
For a moment, a faint white glow flickered in the center of his dark pupils—almost like a hidden power simmering beneath the surface.
But before he could fully bask in his victory over one of the main characters of the game he'd been transported into, the door swung open again.
The guidance counselor returned, her expression less shocked and more just... tired.
"I leave you alone for five minutes," she said, pinching the bridge of her nose, "and a student's already out cold?"
She groaned, burying her face in her hands.
"This is going to be so much paperwork..."
With a weary sigh, she drew a quick rune in the air—a slick combination of speed and healing magic.
"Fast Healing," she muttered.
Dwayne, lying limp on the floor, stirred as the magic took effect. The bruises from the chair-leg bat and Silas's kick faded like they were never there. His crimson eyes snapped open, and he scowled.
"You goddamn bastard!" Dwayne growled—but with the counselor watching, he knew better than to make another move.
The counselor shot both of them a withering glare, already mentally preparing herself for a long, painful day.
Silas just chuckled under his breath.
He wasn't new to being a delinquent when he was young. Now, with the skills of an
assassin and the absurd magic powers he had in this world...
What's the worst that could happen?