Somewhere in the rocky terrain, if you look closely, you can see a young man of 24, scrambling up the rock without insurance and without fear. His movements were nimble and fast.

Finally, getting to a comfortable ledge, he wanted to catch his breath, but then his phone vibrated.

"Shit, I forgot to turn my phone off again," he said to himself. He held the ledge with one hand while he reached into his pocket with the other and silenced the phone.

The update was about a new chapter of a novel he was reading. When he saw the angry comments in the group chat, he felt curious and wanted to read it. The appendices were open, and he was surprised to find that there were several more chapters. His interest increased again, and he quickly started reading. After a few minutes, he realized that it was not the same as before. Fifteen minutes later, he finished reading to the end, and anger burned in his chest.

The anger he felt was familiar. It erupted when he had caught his girlfriend with a friend three days ago. His chest was blazing with anger at that moment. But barely restraining himself from ruining his life by killing the man, he left without saying anything. Because of his hobby of not being emotionally stable, he came here to calm his anger and move on with his life. But as soon as he saw the end of the novel he was reading, he became enraged again.

The thing is, as he found out from the group, the author had some problems and wanted to finish the book early in a tragic way. "*****" Scolding out loud, he turned off his phone and began to climb even faster than before. But out of anger, he didn't notice that the ledge had cracked slightly, and he fell.

"****** ***** ***" His heart dropped wildly, shouting the most venomous curses as he fell at high speed.

The cliff was almost a hundred and fifty feet away; he himself could feel death approaching him very quickly. Finally, he instinctively closed his eyes. Suddenly the dangling sound of the wind stopped, and he waited. Even after a few seconds, he felt no pain or anything else. After waiting a few more seconds, he felt as if he was standing. He wanted to open his eyes but waited a little longer before he tried. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw a well-decorated room with a large screen table and a large bookcase. Turning his head, he saw three doors: one half-open, and in that room, there was a double bed, while the other two were tightly closed.

He instinctively wanted to check his wounds and understand what had happened, but after moving his hands, he immediately stopped. He felt a discrepancy with the movement of his hands, as if there was some delay in what he wanted to move his hand. After pausing his arm movements and looking closely, he threw out the idea that there might be spinal damage because his arms became different. They were a little smaller than before, and all the scars and blisters were gone, replaced by gentle hands.

He didn't understand what was happening. He used his hands with delays and checked his body, and as he looked down, he noticed a difference in both his height and vision. "What the hell...." he muttered. He sort of guessed and looked around for a mirror. Finally, he found another door, ostensibly a bathroom, and he was right, stumped.

The man in the mirror on view 20 with his dark purple hair tucked sideways, covering his left eye and half of his cheek, revealing only one dark red eye, caught his attention. "It's... it's true..." he mumbled unnaturally. He slowly walked over to the mirror in sync with the man in the mirror and finally realized clearly that...."I'm reincarnated.....!?.....and..." He seemed to vaguely recall something in a deep part of his memory.

"No... no... can't be... can't be..." Honestly, the first thing he experienced was elation. After all, death is not the end, that fact directly hit him in the head. But then, when he felt that face was familiar, his elation quickly subsided, and his hands began to tremble. "Just... just not.... not him, please..." With a shiver, he raised his hand and wanted to confirm something because if he was right, the length of his hair must be.... "A scar... In the form of a... burn..." He felt his heart beat faster as he looked at the red scar from his cheek to his forehead that looked like flames.

"No... no... FUCK... WHY IS HE...!!!!???... I collapsed helplessly to the floor inside the bathroom and rested my back against the wall. "......................... ****..." Muttering to himself all the curses he knew, all the excitement of the reincarnation subsided.

This world is a goddamn novel he read before the reincarnation, and not just that. He took the body of a character, or rather a teacher, or rather a useless teacher who was abandoned by his family and bride. And why? Again, because he's really useless, he can't become a mage or a swordsman or other cool things. In the novel, he was useless. According to his story, he worked hard since childhood to use his mana, but he never could. In this world, even the strongest people themselves cannot live peacefully, but this character managed to become a teacher at the academy, and he doesn't know how either, the author didn't write it in the novel, and at the end of the first semester, he was dismissed for incompetence.

"Fuhhhh.... and what am I going to do? Even if I leave, I'm still going to die somewhere.... well, death isn't so scary anymore....." It's not that he's afraid, it's just that a person, when they win the lottery, after which their confidence that they will win again will be very high. Sensing his misguided thinking, a thought occurred to him. He can try anything he wants, even if this body is useless, something can work out. And if not, he can go through death again, which is not so scary after the first time. Only maybe not so simple and easy death, but even very painful.

".....Eh... What should I do?!" Suddenly a blue loading circle appeared in front of his eyes like in games and the percentages on it gradually increased....