Maybe this was how his life was supposed to end?Lawrence thought as he rubbed his slightly aching stomach while lying on the bed. The moldy smell entered his nose, forcing him into a sneezing fit.If I die, then I die.Lawrence did not know how, but after sneezing a few times, he was able to fully relax and take a rest.The events that happened after he woke up in this world had almost split his mind into half from too much panicking, but now he was able to relax and let go of every worry.After a while, Lawrence subconsciously sank into the land of dreams."Lawrence, did you do your homework?""Lawrence, have you eaten today? Come over to my dorm for food.""Lawrence, I heard you're dating Lucy now and I'm happy for you. Just take things a step at a time okay? And don't let your relationship affect your education."Those words echoed within his subconscious mind as he sank into a deep sleep. Those words were from Jasmine, and Lawrence couldn't help but smile subconsciously.Despite

Not wanting to make a hasty decision with his precious E.P. (Evolution Points), Lawrence temporarily left them aside and focused his attention on the so-called Alternate World.According to all the information he had gathered from online forums and overheard conversations between school nerds, an alternate world—also known as an alternate reality or parallel universe—was a hypothetical concept in physics and science fiction. It referred to a separate reality or dimension that existed in parallel to our own world.It was theorized to be a universe where different versions of history, events, or outcomes had occurred, creating a distinct reality that somehow coexisted with our own.The common analogy was to think of it like multiple universes branching off from a single point in time, each with its own unique version of reality. These alternate worlds could be nearly identical to our own, but with subtle, eerie differences, or they could be completely alien, with their own unique rules

"LAWRENCE!!!" Michael's roar echoed down the hallway."Jeez, calm down, will ya? I know you're my die-hard fan, but maybe go take care of yo mama first," Lawrence said with a fake, annoyed expression, clearing his ear with a finger as if Michael's voice had almost damaged his eardrum.Michael was absolutely furious, but for a moment, he was struck speechless. The Lawrence standing before him was vastly different from the poor, timid student of the past.He wore a crisp white dress shirt tucked neatly under a dark, high-quality pullover, the collar sharp and the slim black tie perfectly aligned. His eyeglasses were the small, refined kind with transparent frames that caught the light just enough to make him look intelligent, wealthy, or perhaps dangerously both.His trousers were loose, tailored in that modern Gen Z way that looked effortlessly relaxed but undoubtedly cost a small fortune. A polished pair of black leather shoes grounded the whole look, quiet but unmistakably high-end.

"Sigh, Lawrence. Why did you have to get into a fight with Kaito? Don't you know who he is? Then again, forget it. You haven't been in school for a while, so you probably haven't heard."Currently in Jasmine's office, Lawrence could be seen sitting comfortably in the guest chair before her large desk. Jasmine was leaning against the front of the desk, her posture casual, which unfortunately exposed a generous view of her fair, long legs under her professional skirt. The sight was secretly, and quite effectively, distracting Lawrence from the serious conversation."Lawrence?" Jasmine called out his name, noticing he had completely spaced out. But when her eyes followed his gaze and she realized where he was looking, her cheeks instantly turned a faint, rosy pink."You pervert..." she said, her voice a mix of genuine embarrassment and playful scolding. "You have no respect for your teacher again?"Eh!Lawrence was startled back to reality as Jasmine reached out and pinched his ear, a fa

Miss Vivian nodded slightly, her sharp eyes still fixed on Lawrence. "So, you claim you know how to fight? I'm specifically referring to black boxing. Are you familiar with it?"Hearing her pointed question and observing the clear deference the guards showed her, Lawrence would have been foolish not to realize that a person of significant influence was standing before him."Black boxing? No, I'm not formally trained in that. But fighting? Yes, I can fight," Lawrence answered truthfully.Although he had watched plenty of action movies and had a general idea of what black boxing entailed, that didn't mean he could replicate those brutal, no-holds-barred techniques without any prior training or experience."But so what?" Lawrence continued, his voice calm and steady. "Even if I don't know the specific style, isn't all fighting fundamentally the same when it comes down to it? The main goal is to survive until the very end, right?"Miss Vivian's expression shifted from mild amusement to ge