Aeon rises from the bed and sits on its edge, thinking, trying to clear his memories from the other world, but he feels a prick of pain in his soul every time he tries harder; the pain increases until he stops doing it and leaves it for another time. It seems it is merging with Aeon's memories slowly.

  He sighed: "I only have glimpses of these memories."

  He paused for a moment and then contempted what he saw.

  Exodia... It seems that Aeon's own world has manifested like a game in another world with all its details. This was a shocking discovery, frankly, for him, and he didn't know how to feel about it.

  Then there is that company, specifically the message that transferred the missing Aeon's soul back to Aeon.

  And perhaps what surprised him most is the game's protagonist.

  Arthur Grimlock. Aeon remembers him clearly because he fought him and sensed his great power, and he had suffered severely against him until he defeated him.

  Then he thought about the reason for Arthur's power.

  "Damn it to hell, just how does a gift as ridiculous as this exist? It's just a cheat. No wonder my other self used to despise him."

  He scratched his hair in annoyance, remembering his grueling fight with Leon.

  "Well, it doesn't matter. Let's go outside to clear my mind a little from this drama that is happening now."

  Aeon quickly put on his school uniform; he grabbed his phone and left.

  ---

  Pov Aeon

  I noticed that the Academy corridors are rgely empty, except for some teaching assistants wandering here and there, carrying some tools and papers.

  I wandered aimlessly, looking at the picturesque Academy scenery.

  I happened to pass by one of the training grounds; it seems it is being used by one of the second-year csses.

  I stopped to watch them for a bit and observe them practicing their control over Mana... I felt a fleeting sense of envy.

  I muttered with slight irritation: "Just how in the hell can I not use Mana after all these years?" Then I remembered the state of my body and sighed in frustration.

  I turned on my heel to leave when the css teacher noticed me.

  Or specifically, the css teacher.

  Professor Era, in the prime of her youth, it is said that she was a genius in close-combat Mana fighting.

  Long green hair tied in a ponytail, soft features, hazel-green eyes... Her only problem is that she is a "pyful" character more than necessary...

  She called out to me loudly from among her students.

  "Oii, Aeon!"

  The second-year students turned to me, surprised to see me here.

  "Come here, Aeon," she called to me again.

  I couldn't ignore her.

  I moved toward them.

  I don't like to be the center of attention... Haa.

  I quickly reached them.

  "What are you doing here, Aeon? I heard you lost consciousness during training."

  Well... I am somewhat famous at the Academy... Famous as a strange anomaly because I don't use Mana and I won first pce without it.

  "Yes, I woke up a while ago and just wanted to clear my mind a little," I answered honestly.

  Before the professor could speak, another voice emerged.

  "Professor Era, is this the person you told us about who surpasses you in Aura control?"

  I directed my gaze to the person who spoke.

  Slightly rge build compared to his peers in css.

  Scruffy brown hair, brown eyes, sharp eyes.

  While I was looking at him, I noticed another character standing at the back of them.

  Violet eyes, long silky yellow hair.

  Perfect curved figure.

  I recognized her as one of the heroines who will ter become part of the protagonist's harem... Tsk, womanizer.

  She narrowed her eyes slightly when she felt my long gaze on her.

  I quickly shifted my attention to the professor as she talked to the brown-haired boy... Well, I don't know his name, so let's call him the brown-haired boy for now.

  He turned his attention to me then said: "What do you think of a small duel between us? Don't worry, I won't use Mana or weapons. It is only allowed to use Aura to strengthen ourselves, and you can use a weapon."

  I was a bit surprised by his statement, then I smiled. In the end, I am also a fan of fighting, especially violent fighting with fists only...

  "Agreed."