“Oh, come on, do you have a smart brain?”

    “Shut up.”

    I was not pleased with the compliment. Compliments should be treated as such, but when delivered with a smirk, they come across as teasing.

    Above all, I was more concerned about the countless stares that had been directed at me before instead of the professor’s extra points. Rina and Cecily were intrigued, but not all eyes were favorable.

    I’m not sure what the future would bring, but it’s best to keep my mouth shut and stay low for the time being. As the applause gradually faded, Professor Beerus began explaining in a relaxed tone.

    “Like Isaac’s answer, knowledge is like a weapon that can be a power. Power has an inseparable relationship with people. Also...”

    Unlike the presentation, the lectures remained boring. However, I, like the rest of the students, was focused on the professor’s lecture.

    It was boring, like a college class from my past, but it wasn’t meaningless. Besides this, it made me realize that I was attending an academy found only in fantasy novels.

    After about 30 minutes of the professor’s lengthy explanation, a story that would draw everyone’s attention popped up.

    “Let me ask you a quick question here. Have any of you read the book called ‘Xenon’s Biography’?”

    “...Huh?”

    Why was my book mentioned all of a sudden? While I was bewildered, the professor sighed, coughed, and spoke again.

    “I’m sorry. I said it wrong. Is there any student here who hasn’t read Xenon’s biography yet?”

    As soon as the professor asked the question, I looked around. No matter how popular Xenon’s biography was, maybe one or two out of 50 people weren’t interested.

    However, as if all the predictions were my misjudgments, no one raised their hand.

    ‘No. Really?’

    It was absurd at first, but it’s not that I just don’t understand. Even if it was a fantasy world where magic exists, this was still close to the Middle Ages. There would be very few things to enjoy in your spare time.

    Smartphones, computers, and televisions were not invented, so the things you could enjoy in your leisure life were extremely limited. In addition, the nobles would read books for their own education, so they would have naturally encountered Xenon’s Biography.

    When I thought about it like this, there was no way to explain that I was born in good times.

    “That will make it easier to talk. As you may be aware, Xenon’s Biography story blew up suddenly a year ago. When I read this work, I was taken aback. How much knowledge is required to create a world?”

    It’s been ubiquitous in the past life. Fantasy was there. As long as you mix the seasonings well, Readers agreed that a similar story would be interesting.

    “How much experience do you need to write this beautiful story? I’m sure the author of Xenon’s biography has gone through experiences that I can never imagine.”

    ...I just read a lot of books at home. However, what the professor said was not completely wrong, I was a ‘reincarnated person.’

    Not only did I have a different experience of a different world, but I also encountered a culture I had never encountered before. This was also an experience.

    Moreover, it was easy to create a new story because of the ease of access to stories created by other people, such as comics and novels.

    “The most important thing is expressiveness and readability. You all know the feeling of vividly replaying the scene in your head. I can imagine how much effort and research the author put into writing these sentences.”

    If you compliment me like that, I feel embarrassed. I almost smiled bitterly.

    If I read the book I wrote right now and do that, wouldn’t I be stunned if I saw The Lord of the Rings or Sherlock Holmes?

    I wonder what would have happened if Tolkien or Conan Doyle had reincarnated here.

    Ah. Tolkien would most likely be embarrassed watching his world-building turn into reality.

    “Writing an immortal masterpiece like Xenon’s biography is certainly difficult, but since the author of Xenon’s biography has already paved the way, it won’t be difficult to follow that path. However, knowledge and experience necessary to create a new world are essential.”

    “Professor. May I ask you a question?”

    As Beerus continued his explanation, someone raised her arm. She was sitting in the front row, a girl with auburn hair. Maybe because she sat in the front seat, I couldn’t see her face.

    No matter where you go, no professor disliked a question, Professor Beerus asked her with a smile.

    “Of course. Your name?”

    “My name is Leona.”

    “Yes. Student Leona. What’s the question?”

    When Leona rose from her seat, she was accompanied by a flurry of stares. She continued, slurring and saying what she wanted to say tersely.

    “Well... Time is running out.”

    How long has passed? The professor checked his wristwatch and announced the end.

    I don’t know, but I heard some sighs from the students because it was quite fun. Was it that fun?

    Professor Beerus said with a smirk, wondering if the sound of sighing made him feel better.

    “You don’t have to be too sad. We have a lot of time besides today.”

    “What do other professors teach beside you?”

    “History, theology, magic, medicine, administration, politics, philosophy, biology, etc. Each professor will teach you the basic knowledge. Also, after this time, we will issue a timetable to you.”

    “Do we have to get good grades all of them?”

    One student asked in an anxious voice. Surely you’d have a headache to hear that one by one. I have to say that I am running to the extreme of inefficiency.

    Professor Beerus shook his head in denial at the question.

    “No. You can take the classes you want, but you will need a certain score.”

    “Then you’re saying that we don’t have to attend a major we are not interested in?”

    “It doesn’t really matter. Professors will only focus on students who are interested in their lectures anyway. Instead, as I said before, it would be better to take as many lectures as possible and get attendance points in order to secure more than a certain score.”

    As explained earlier, students take common classes until their second year, but if they can get a certain score, it means that they do not need to take classes they are not interested in.

    Obviously, if you look at this, it was a system similar to the university of my previous life. The difference is that the major was decided in advance even if I do not have to apply for a course separately.

    Still, I was satisfied with the system as it was familiar to me.

    “It’s almost time. It was a pleasure to meet you, students.”

    At the end of the lecture, Beerus bowed down and greeted us like a gentleman. Of course, it was an impressive lecture, so the students responded with applause.

    Before long, Beerus left the classroom, and people who were supposed to be teaching assistants came in and handed out papers to the students. It seemed to be the timetable the professor had mentioned a while ago.

    “Crazy. What is this?”

    As soon as I checked the timetable, I was startled. It doesn’t matter if the classes were tightly packed from 9 am to 5 pm, but the number of majors was huge.

    No matter how many times you search for the same major, they were all different majors. Marie also clicked her tongue and muttered in a troubled voice.

    “This is just too much. I just need to secure a certain score here, right? What major are you going to take?”

    “...Let’s listen to everything first. There are so many I don’t even know. First, I’m considering history, theology, and biology.”

    While answering Marie’s question, I stared intently at the timetable. I was honestly confident in the three subjects I talked about. The rich knowledge I got from the books was stored in my head.

    Of course, I would only listen to the major I am not interested in once and ignore it afterward, but there was only one thing I was worried about.

    ‘I don’t care about the score, but will there be a group project here? That would be annoying.’

    It was when I was looking at the tightly packed timetable with a serious expression.

    “Mr. Isaac?”

    “Yes?”

    A woman’s voice, like a jade marble rolling, penetrated my ear. So I took my eyes off the timetable and raised my head.

    And...

    “You’re considering history, theology, and biology?”

    Rina, who exudes a radiant beauty like the sun, was looking at me with a smile on her face. There was a strong curiosity in her blue eyes.

    Also, next to her was Cecily, looking at me with similar eyes, if not more than Rina.

    ‘...Damn it.’

    I curse you, professor.

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