**Chapter 5: Unexpected Trouble** Gray woke up to the warmth of the morning light filtering through the curtains. After a leisurely stretch, he completed his usual routine—a long, hot bath, followed by a quick bite of an apple as he walked to school. “Yawn... I wonder what the professor will teach today,” he murmured lazily, heading toward the classroom. But the peaceful morning was abruptly interrupted by loud voices. Up ahead, a commotion broke out—Ambrose’s minions were beating up a boy with blonde hair. Gray stopped to watch, his eyes narrowing. The blonde boy was no ordinary commoner. His hair was too striking, too regal. *An illegitimate child of a noble, perhaps?* Gray mused, watching from the sidelines. "Something about this feels off," he muttered to himself. Suddenly, the blonde boy’s anger erupted, and with a flick of his hand, fire magic burst from his palm. The flames nearly incinerated the minions before Alicia, ever the savior, stepped in just in time, shieldi
**Chapter 4: Aftermath** "Oh man, it hurts. It seriously hurts," Gray muttered to himself, staring at his red and swollen hand after slapping Adolf. “[Skill: Heal]. Phew, that’s better. To think even slapping someone would hurt this much… the original owner of this body was seriously lazy,” he sighed, flexing his fingers. Suddenly, a cold sensation brushed against his throat. A blade. “So, you’re the one who defeated Ambrose, huh?” a voice came from behind. Gray didn’t flinch. He remained expressionless, his eyes forward. “I don’t know who you are, but it seems introductions at this academy are severely lacking. So, missy, who are you?” “My name isn’t one your kind needs to know or remember,” she said with icy confidence. “Fine,” Gray said with a sigh. "Yes, I defeated Ambrose or whatever his name was. But it seems you’re no different from him." In a blink, Gray spun around, grabbing her by the head and slamming her into the ground with a forceful thud. He stood ove