Il-sung stepped out of the bath and put on his clothes and sat down at his desk.

*that bath was great, I feel refreshed. now that I've settled in, I should go over the info about this world and process it.*

Il-sung concentrated on his memories which were now being recalled at lightning-fast speed, his now extremely high intelligence and mental capacity has made processing all this info easier, all the education he has received - language, math, science, history, economics, and everything else he read up till yesterday when Il-sung's final semester in high school began, started merging.

As his concentration grew, he started remembering the latent and forgotten facts and memories, faces he had seen since he was a child, names, numbers, places, his dormant memories of his mother when Il-sung was just a baby, everything. The neural links of all these memories were being strengthened, just as new connections were being made, connecting facts from across domains and fields, along with their applications.

Using his innate intelligence and mental capacity and the physical brain of Il-sung, a compound and novel creation was being birthed. The memories, knowledge, and facts of a studious human who has been grinding his teeth in one of the toughest education systems in the world and the otherworldly intelligence and experience merged.

Il-sung opened his eyes, and as he relaxed his mind he couldn't help but be surprised that 6 hours have passed since he started the recollection and fusion of the memories and his innate intelligence.

*I'm getting hungry, let's go downstairs.*

As he was heading downstairs Eun who was dusting the living room saw Il-sung.

"master I knocked on your room for several minutes an hour back to know if you were hungry but you didn't respond, so I thought you must be sleeping. You must be hungry now, let me make something for you"

"I would like tea with some snacks"  *let's experience this beverage known as tea*

As Eun left for the kitchen, the large front door of the house opened, Min-jee entered inside with a bitter and angry expression on her face as she saw Il-sung her face contorted even more.

"you bastard how dare you do that to my daughter, I know you pushed her down the stairs. Bastard you are done today not even your dad can save you today"

Hearing her shout, Eun and the other servants came to the living room.

"Madam please calm down, mater Il-sung couldn't do that even in his dreams, it's not his fault."

"Yes madam he wouldn't hurt anyone" as the servants butted in she became even more outraged.

"You trash know your place, don't come in between my business with him." Min-jee barked back.

"Everyone please relax." he said as he looked toward Eun and the servants. "And you....miss makeup whore.." all the servants were left speechless and shocked with their mouths open.

Min-jee was perhaps the one who was shocked the most, this person who she had controlled and kept under her thumb, making him feel pathetic, who not even once had the spine to look into her eyes was now cursing in the foulest of words.

Her rage boiled over. As Min-jee was fuming with anger, the door opened, and Il-sung's father arrived.

"what's happening here?" Son Kang Said as he looked worriedly at his wife and son, not understanding the situation.

Min-jee grabbed the vase near the door and in her rage stepped forward towards Il-sung and swung the vase to hit him.

"Stop it Min-jee !!" Kang said as tried to stop his wife, but he couldn't grab her.

Min-jee couldn't hear anything in her rage. Before the vase hit Il-sung, he smashed her head with both of his hands at such speed and force that it produced a great sound, which took everyone by surprise. But nobody saw what happened, their eyes were too slow to catch it.

"This is going to be the last time you will raise your hand against anyone miss makeup whore"  Il-sung spoke in a soft hushed voice.

Blood gushed out of all of her facial orifices. Her nose, ears, and eyes were oozing blood, her eyes rolled back into their sockets, and she collapsed.

"What happened?" "....is she dead" "....did master do that?" The servants whispered among themselves.

"What did you do son?... Eun call an ambulance" Kang rushed to attend to her wife "Min-jee ....Min-jee stay alive. What happened to you... Min-jee"

Il-sung went to the kitchen and poured himself the tea that Eun made, he walked upstairs holding the teacup and taking small sips of the hot beverage. The ambulance arrived soon, but it was useless. She was declared dead.

~~

Over the next two days, police questioned Il-sung, his only reply was  "I don't know what happened officer, one moment she was lunging at me, and the next moment, blood was coming out of her eyes and nose, it's as if God punished her. Even though she beat me up more than a dozen times and inflicted abuse on me over the past few years, I bore no ill will toward her. I feel sad about her death"  Il-sung repeated the same story without missing a single word to every officer who questioned him, only there was a faint wry grin on his face as he uttered his story to numerous officers.

They all knew instinctively that it was Il-sung that caused the victim's death, but there was no proof, the footage from the security cameras in the living room showed nothing, it was just as Il-sung said, he remained motionless without as much as raising a finger. she just collapsed on her own. The police couldn't do anything.

They questioned Kang about the physical and emotional abuse of Il-sung. Since Son Kang was rich and influential they didn't want to take the matter too far. Even though they had testimonials from Eun and the servants about the abuse, they received no formal complaint from Il-sung. But they warned Kang to not antagonize or provoke his son and that he probably killed his stepmother, just that they couldn't prove it, they advised Kang to be careful.

Il-sung's father, Kang could barely understand what happened. His wife dropped dead in the most gruesome way in front of his own eyes, and his son may be the one who killed her. 

~~

Il-sung was once extremely popular in school because of his good looks, wealth, and class-topping grades, but ever since his father remarried and the abuse from her stepmother and stepsister started, he was constantly at the bottom of his class.

He became withdrawn and eventually became a constant fixture as a target for bullies, but as they heard the news of Il-sung's stepsister being hospitalized and his stepmother's death, and with the police coming to the school for an investigation into the aforementioned suspected death, the usual bullies didn't come near him anymore, he freaked them out.

Ilarion was fascinated with human knowledge and technology, the elements responsible for the comforts and prosperity of humans in this world. It has been just a week since he started living as Il-sung, he was already attending school daily, he wanted to graduate high school, at least for the sake of acquiring knowledge and to have a chance to enter the top University of Korea, so that he could have all the resources he could ever want to absorb the wealth of knowledge in this world. After all, he had plenty of time at his disposal, time has practically been at a standstill in the worlds of this dimension. He was in no rush, and it was a welcome respite from the dimensional prison he spent his last decade in, and also from the wars and matters of his Empire and his world.

~~

One day after school was over, as Il-sung was going down the stairs to head home, he saw a student getting beaten, he looked at the student. *poor sob*

As Il-sung was about to be on his way, the kid cried out  "please help me, please"  the person was now crying loudly, Il-sung stared at the student, unable to remember him from his memory, pondering what to do.

"you're Il-sung right, you are even more pathetic than this fool, mind your business and go on your way." One of the bullies said excitedly "let's catch him and give him a beating too"  "they can share the pain" the bullies laughed.

The biggest and tallest person among the bullies lunged at Il-sung and was about to grab him, but he didn't give this person the chance, Il-sung kicked the large delinquent in the abdomen, though Il-sung kicked with the least force he could, the bully was now in the air, as he collapsed to the ground, he gasped for air and was writhing in pain as he held his abdomen. The bully on the ground started coughing as blood came out of his mouth with each cough.

The student who was crying for help just a moment ago couldn't help but be scared,  *did I just now fall off the pan and into the fire* he thought as he gulped.

Fear was the only feeling one could gauze from the look of terror on the face of these bullies. One of the bullies pissed his pants and fell, bewildered, with an expression on his face that asked for forgiveness. One other bully ran, but the remaining two, who were large lunged rapidly at Il-sung  "You bastard.."  as they tried to overwhelm Il-sung with their size and number. ~~Il-sung~~ Ilarion who was now adjusting to his current body found it extremely trivial to dodge them, though his strength and power were still just 5% of what he had in his world when he had a physical body, his speed wasn't something he would call bad, thanks to the slim and light body of Il-sung, dodging and moving at speeds these humans could only dream of, was but trivial for him.

Il-sung's continued dodging at lightning-fast speed confused and bewildered the two large bullies attacking him. They were caught off-guard and stepped back as they couldn't even see Il-sung as he moved.

"That's not bad eh?" Il-sung said as he cracked his knuckles. Drops of cold sweat formed on the faces of the two large people in front of him. Before they could blink, Il-sung lunged at lightning-fast speed and was now standing in front of them. Il-sung grabbed their throat, each with either hand and lifted them against the wall with ease.

The two large men held onto Il-sung's arms as his hands cuffed their throats "please.... don't kill us" they begged as words struggled to escape their mouths.

"If I see you, people again, that moment will be your last"  Il-sung dropped them to the ground. Without saying another word or even looking at the kid who cried for help, Il-sung left. He chuckled as he headed home, "Guess I'm becoming the biggest bully now".

~~

END OF CHAPTER 2