Another perspective

My name is Ken, and I'm just a normal student with a normal life... or at least, that's what I wish I was.

"... I still can't believe I was reborn."

But the reality is that I carry a heavy responsibility, and that's because I am the reincarnation of another person.

"Therefore, class, by isolating this variable in the equation, we arrive at the perimeter's value..."

Or rather, I think the most accurate term to define my situation would be a 'regressor.' That's why I have memories of the future and know what's going to happen to a certain extent.

"Make sure to write this procedure down in your notebooks, as it will be on the exam."

Thanks to my memories, I know that in the near future, I will be transported to another world against my will to become a hero and save it.

"Does anyone have any questions about how we arrived at this result?"

In my past life, I wanted to flee, but I couldn't after discovering that the only way to return was by defeating one of the so-called Seven Demon Ladies—in this case, the Demon Lady of Lust—to save that world.

"... Very well. Since no one is asking anything, I'll assume everyone understood perfectly. So I'll pick someone at random to come up to the board and solve the next problem using the method I just explained."

At first, I didn't want to do it out of pure fear, since my only ability back then was a simple 'status' tab straight out of a video game.

"Let's see... Ken, come up front and solve this exercise."

Honestly, I had no motivation whatsoever. But the more I lived in that world and interacted with its people, watching them suffer and die in despair, the more I decided to change.

"Ken, did you hear me? Stand up..."

Driven by that resolve, I began to train, learning to master my unique ability until I uncovered its incredible potential—far greater than anything I or anyone else had expected.

"..."

Thanks to that, training relentlessly alongside my reliable allies, I became invincible in that world. I forged a reputation for myself, built a harem, and saved the people.

"Is it that enjoyable being in your own world and ignoring my class, Ken?"

Everything seemed to be going well... But... that was my mistake...

"Haaah..."

... In the end, I failed, and everyone suffered a horrific fate. As remorse consumed me, I died at the hands of my own lovers' weapons.

"If you don't react right this instant, I swear I will fail you, and you'll lose your recess."

But now I've been given another chance, opening my eyes to awaken in my younger body, years before being transported to another world!

"Yes!"

Shaking off my daydreaming at the threat and indignation in the teacher's voice, I stood up immediately to solve the exercise, blurting out suddenly.

"..."

With that, I walked to the board and proceeded to solve the problem, keeping my execution basic and deliberately showing openings so as not to attract too much attention.

"Well, surprising... That is correct. Though next time, please keep your feet on the ground during my explanation."

With plenty of time left before the day of the summoning, I decided to prepare as best as I could by drawing on the experiences of my past life.

"Yes, I'm very sorry for my behavior."

I might have lost all the power I had acquired, but I still know how to grow stronger to win this time and avert that terrible future.

"All right, you may return to your seat."

Furthermore, I still retained my special skill called "Analysis," which provided me with information about any object or person I observed, structured like a game interface.

"Thank you very much!"

The display didn't merely detail basic stats; it also revealed key aspects such as strengths and weaknesses.

"Alright, the next person to come up to the board and solve the exercise will be Mireya."

It was thanks to this skill that I grew so strong in my past life, capitalizing on every advantage and disadvantage once I understood how vital information truly was.

"Yes."

My life went on like this—regaining my confidence, improving by capitalizing on the unexpected paranormal elements I discovered in the world through my skill, and growing as strong as I once was...

"The correct answer to this equation is forty-two."

... I was just starting to regain my confidence... Or at least, so I thought until I saw him...

"Impeccable. Take notes, everyone. Learn from your classmate, who actually pays attention in class."

The entire class admired the delicate-looking "girl" standing at the board, who politely bowed with a soft, beautiful smile before returning to his seat. Yet despite his appearance, his gender was male.

(ding, dong!)

The youth who looked, at least physically, like a beautiful girl was actually a popular boy in class named Mireya, with silver hair and white eyes.

"Hello, sorry to bother you, but I brought some food."

I think my life and fate began to shift from that point onward when, radiating a bright halo of kindness, he approached me...

"Ah, yeah... He-hello..."

At that moment, I think it was a simple whim.

"!?!"

In that instant, I unconsciously used my "Analysis" skill on him out of sheer habit... and that was when I realized just how dangerous he truly was.

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[ TARGET ANALYSIS ]

Name: Mireya

Race: Human?

Class: Divine Vessel

Status: Active

[ ATTRIBUTES ]

Strength: F | Dexterity: S

Durability: E | Intelligence: C

Agility: E | Speed: Variable?

[ EQUIPMENT & WEAPONS ]

Frying Pan

Silver Armor

Straw Dolls

[ SKILLS & TECHNIQUES ]

Dimensional Pocket Storage

Art of Relaxing Massage

Art of Forbidden Massage

Art of Healing Massage

Frying Pan Swordsmanship

Ultimate Technique = Maximum Voltage

[ TITLES ]

The Underwear Successor

The Ultimate Housewife

Singularity

Natural Enemy of Trucks

<<Ufufu, DON'T LOOK ANYMORE>>

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"Agh...!!"

Seeing such a discrepancy between his physical stats and that absurd collection of titles and skills, a cold sweat ran down my back.

"What happened?!"

... Simultaneously, as I heard those words, an immense pain paralyzed me, instilling a horror thousands of times greater than anything I had ever experienced in my entire life.

"Get away from me!"

Which led me to flee desperately from whatever "that" was, utterly unaware of the consequences it would bring.