“Don’t fucking speak those barbarian bird languages.” The crazy goddess, Lauren from the Sunstar, acted as if touching Kevin Clark’s hand was filthy, shaking it off and wiping it, then simply letting a flash of flame pass over her hand to clean it. Feeling satisfied, she smiled and said, “Now that we’re on break, remember to take your sisters shopping on that barbarian Champs-Élysées or whatever. No problem, right?”

“No problem!” Kevin Clark kicked Brian Carter, who was sitting next to him and snickering. As Brian Carter flailed and fell to the ground, Kevin Clark beamed, “It’s my honor to serve the ladies.”

Lauren walked away, very satisfied, heading toward the podium. As she walked, she muttered, “So many countries on one planet, and you need a visa to fly to each one? What a fucking hassle!”

“Aren’t there any mentors left in this school?” Kevin Clark looked like he wanted to die. “Why is the crazy goddess the lecturer?”

Climbing up from the floor, Brian Carter grinned, “She’s a goddess, more than qualified to teach us.”

Kevin Clark propped both elbows on the desk, resting his chin on a fist, and muttered to himself, “Usually in novels, if so many characters show up in the first chapter, it’s definitely going to flop…”

Lauren reached the podium, glanced around at the mere dozen or so people in the classroom, coughed, put one hand behind her back, held a transparent iPad in the other, and put on a show of authority: “Today’s topic is the basic composition of matter. Everything is made up of fundamental substances, from atoms all the way up to the total existence of an object…”

Indeed, there were only a handful of people in the classroom, of all ages and with different vibes—some looked like typical nerds, some like simple country kids, and one was a female influencer recording a sultry video during class.

Lauren didn’t really care if anyone was paying attention. She just droned on, reciting the lesson plan someone had prepared for her.

……

“My name is Kevin Clark, ‘Lü’ with two mouths, ‘Xiao’ as in small, and ‘Qi’ as in the morning star.

I can travel anywhere I know of, just by willing it.

Once, maybe by accident or something, I even went to a world almost identical to this one, and found out that my world is actually an anime called ‘Super God Academy’. The weird thing is, no matter how hard I try to remember, I always forget the plot when I return to my world.

Even if I take notes, they turn to ash the moment I come back. Fucking ridiculous!

And then, I accidentally discovered it’s not just an anime—it’s actually a novel.

A fanfic or something? I guess so. I’m the protagonist of this novel… or one of them?

So I began my journey to find the author…”

Chapter Two: The Four Idiots

“Of course, I haven’t found the author.

And when I silently recite this in my mind, the novel should only be at chapter two?

It’s very possible that whatever I think or do, there’s a bunch of people watching.

Am I a character created by someone?

Whatever!

One day I’ll find that author! And then… hehe!”

Within an hour after class, Kevin Clark ran around to several places, and when he returned to Super God Academy, he was carrying a huge pile of shopping bags.

“In this short time, do you know how many languages I spoke?”

“Boss Qi, you’re awesome; boss Qi, you’re the man. Did you get what I asked for?”

“Dad really doesn’t get it. Forget the Armani suit, but why would a grown man wear perfume?”

“Didn’t someone say it? A man’s gotta dress up, and smell good too.”

“Bullshit, that’s ‘Men’s Style’, a racy magazine.”

“Really?”

It’s not that the damn author likes to write profanity, it’s just that this world is like that—a bunch of degenerate nerds—narration from the protagonist.

Kevin Clark didn’t mention money or anything. The others knew that before being drafted by the country, he was a rich kid.

Well, not anymore. Most of his mysterious assets were confiscated. According to some, with that much unexplained wealth, not being thrown in jail and instead being sent to Super God Academy was already giving Kevin Clark a chance to turn over a new leaf.

But anyway, Kevin Clark wasn’t going to amass huge fortunes anymore. When he needed to spend, he’d just pop over to an American bank and grab some green bills. It didn’t hurt the country, right? And if it did, it was just weakening the competition—contributing to the nation!

Following Eric Bennett’s suggestion, everyone in the dorm put on matching suits. Kevin Clark absolutely refused to wear cologne, but the other three idiots sprayed themselves so much they smelled like walking flowerpots—really strong ones.

With sunglasses on, they looked all tough and cool, but in reality, they were just four dumb-looking young guys swaggering out of the dorm.

Along the way, they got all kinds of disdainful looks. Even from a distance, you could hear people muttering about “cooser” or “black sunglasses special ops.”

“Damn, we look like idiots.” Kevin Clark took off his sunglasses. “Who the hell goes out at night wearing shades? Not afraid of tripping and eating shit?”