Big Dreams

{5:46 Monday, September 7th, 2022

Five men sat in a mansion laughing and drinking as they had fun while

eleven teenage boys surrounded them obediently in silence.

"Get me some Nachos from the fridge Craige. If you do, maybe I'll give you 10p for a sweet?"

"Pfft Kua Haha! Blake, when did you give out money?"

"Last time, wasn't it a beating?"

"Croy bro Blake was always the greediest of us all."

"Craige, you little Sh*t, hurry up and get my Nachos!" impatiently screamed Blake.

"Shh, he might cry"

"..."

"HAHAHA" Laughed the group of men.

/30 min later/

Dear Dairy

Monday, September 7th, 2022

5:46 am

Hey, I'm Craige. Craige Austin Ever since I came here 12 years ago, I've

forgotten everything about my past.

Blake, Croy, Steven, Avis, and Troy were all I knew for the past 12 years.

They only taught us necessities like cooking, reading, writing, and language.

But of all the lessons we took part in, fighting took its rightful place as the most crucial subject we learned in our everyday curriculum.

Blake holds a tournament every two years to find who yields the best results.

So, they've decided to tell us this information four months in advance; this year, I've decided that I'm going to work even harder to take my rightful place as No.1

/5 min later/

"Hey Grayson, Raymond are you guys doing ok; where is Mayson?" I said while looking around for my friend

"Hey, Craige, I was right next to you."

"Oh, you want to spar?"

"Ha... alright then."

/1 hour later/

We danced around the arena, dodging strikes and deflecting attacks. Mayson went for a round-house kick.

Dodging the attack, I quickly maneuvered my body to his left, taking advantage of the unprotected side of his body.

{I've got you now!} I thought to myself

I sent out a quick jab but was once again amazed by his lightning-fast reflexes; before I even realized that he used the momentum brought by the round-house kick as a lever to propel himself into a 360-degree turn to block my attack.

My ass had long kissed the floor.}

"Boom, pow, clang!"

"...."

"Craige, bro... Are you awake?

"H-huh? was I not just fighting Mayson in the high-tech arena field?"

"What are you talking about? we don't even have that kind of money- and who is Mayson?

"Where the f*ck am I?"

"The slums idiot.... this is the 5th time this week; you nearly kicked my face... just what goes on in that head of yours?"

"A-and who the f*ck is Mayson?"

"F*ck!" Swearing in denial, I looked around me to find myself surrounded by cardboard

Craige here; I've gone through a typical reincarnation which is a catalyst for many stories. I've already been in this world for five months; what struck me hard was how this life differs vastly from my original one.

Initially, I was over the moon for many reasons; the only thing that brought me down was my lack of protagonist treatment.

I had light green hair that was darker at its tips; red eyes- I felt like watermelon when I saw my reflection in the broken mirror.

The only good things about me were my slim muscular body; two, I was sexy; three, I was the same age as I was in my previous life...15.

I wore grey shorts with a design on both sides, I had no vest on, and the only thing covering me was a teal-black tracksuit and a silver chain holding a bottled-up teal heart on my neck.

Mc: "Author, I thank you for making me so sexy"

Author: "No problem"

I certainly wasn't slacking off during the five months I've been here. As an avid reader of web novels in my past life, I knew the first few things to do once you've reincarnated or transmigrated something like those global transmigration novels or whatever.

A reincarnate or transmigrator must always find out about the world he has entered before he is to do anything else; that is what I did.

Anyways I've knocked up a bit of information about this world. I was surprised by what I'd found out.

This world has twelve continents but no countries because everything is under the rule of the Savita Government of Light (SGOL).

Ps: I figured this world has a perfect plot for stories about dungeon breaks or magic academies since this world also has a prestigious academy called Bright, a typical setting for those kinds of stories.

Due to being a veteran of web novels, I attempted to meditate and sense mana in the air or conjure magic at will. I sat foolishly on the floor every day like a monk as I sat down in a meditative position awaiting my main character's enlightenment or something or to find out that I secretly had some rare cheat magic ability.

After one month of attempting to perceive mana particles in the air around me to no avail; even after screaming status like a madman, I got nothing but dirty looks from my friend and people passing by.

Life huh?

It is currently Thursday, Moonlight 5th; 4567 years under the calendar of the Sun and Moon.

That was all I could find out about this world. This world's version of the slums is an upgraded version of modern earth, which was an absolute shock to me as I witnessed people who called themselves poor float on skateboards and play VR.

Sadly, there will always be those with nothing no matter which world you go to; unluckily, we both were under that category of extreme deprivation.

Maybe extreme is a bit of a stretch, but we had a tough life; our only source of food and water were the disposers, robots that gave out recycled food twice a month.

"Craige, what the f*ck is wrong with you these days? Ever since you smashed your head, you've gone mad!" said Kaiden, the lifelong friend of this version of me

{F*ck, I want magical abilities so bad finally freed from the constraints of my old world, I'm here still lacking in magic or superpowers, forget technology if you can't fly without it? If you can't use telekinesis or control the five elements GOD DAMN!} I thought to myself in exasperation

"Man, bro, why did you have to wake me up? I had a good dream; I even thought about all the bad guys and stuff," I said, slightly upset about his interruption. Adding a bitter tone to my voice, I said.

"Man, it was going so well that battle" I slowly recalled how great my fight with my imaginary character Mayson was going.

"What? so Craige the great? How did Craige Austin and his best friend Kaiden Markel become the strongest in the world?" said my friend as he waved his hand in amusement.

"Just shut up; just because I have a dream so big that-"

"That?"

"...."

"Something cringeworthy like being the strongest?"

"Tch, no"

"Then what?"

"The richest"

"You idiot, that's even a dumber dream than what I brought up."

"It's a big dream but not impossible."

"Yeah, keep having your BIG dreams."

[Initiating world transport]

Suddenly a voice spoke within the heads of 7.7 billion people.

[Complete]

[Welcome to Blankas]

To the people of this world, their lives from this moment onwards took a complete 90-degree turn.

[A Paradise for the strong and hell for the incompetent]

{Don't- No way I- superpowers!}