Angered by a Cyber User, I Reincarnated

People said that when someone got angry, they could do anything—eat three bowls of rice, fight a tiger barehanded,

fly into a rage for a beauty, or spill blood five paces away in a commoner's fury; an emperor's rage could leave a million corpses in its wake.

But Beihai needed to clear up a misconception here: who said people could do anything when they were angry? They still couldn't solve math problems, could they?

No matter how furious he was or how badly he wanted to solve them, all he could do was throw down his pen and tear up his homework, solving the math problems in a physical sense!

Looking at the damn mission requirements on the system, Beihai thought they were worse than death!

What did it mean that he had to be the top scorer in the entire country before he could go back?!

Back in his previous life, Beihai had been the sort of guy who coasted through life. He worked like a pack animal at the bottom of society all day, then lay in bed playing gal games on his phone. How blissful it was to spend the day like that! Every now and then, he'd log into Telegram and share his collection of books.

What? Why gal games on his phone? Come on, wasn't the average intelligence of everyone on the internet supposed to mean asking whether something had an Android version and whether it could be played on a phone?

And how were you supposed to unzip a file? What even was Steam? Where could he download the legitimate version?

And where was he supposed to download it? He'd entered his username exactly as instructed, so why wasn't anything happening?

These ridiculous antics were undeniable proof of humanity's diversity. Of course, Beihai hadn't been quite that extreme. As the saying went, a master could show you the door, but what you did after that was up to you.

Beihai still remembered that day vividly. He was sitting in a seat in the corner of the back row, next to an immortal who slept through every class.

How could Beihai endure the boredom of sitting through class without talking? So he bothered the other guy every day, trying to find something to talk about. Now and then, he even managed to pick up a little information.

"What? You're still using an app to look at that stuff?"

"It's better to use a website. I've got the biggest one overseas. Want it?"

"By the way, do you know Pixiv? What about E-Hentai? Here, I'll start you off with the basics. Do you know Pic ACG?"

Once Beihai learned about the world on the other side, his intelligence rivaled Einstein's!

He learned all sorts of things from that master, and now he was generously sharing those treasures online.

After testing the game he'd ported from his computer and confirming that his own translation was fine, Beihai sent it to the other guy.

"Okay, you just need to download it and unzip it. Everything else should be fine."

The other guy replied almost immediately after the message went through.

"Okay, okay, thanks, bro! But why is the download so slow?

How do I change the file extension? Where? What should I change this 'rar' at the end to?"

Beihai was taken aback by the messages. Without thinking, he replied, "Bro, I've already told you everything I know. It's only a few steps."

Beihai had been very polite. He'd done the translation himself. At this point, he felt like he might as well spoon-feed the guy.

But, unbelievably, the other guy didn't appreciate it.

"Bastard, why don't you just send me the game directly? Why package it up? If you want money, just say so."

And Beihai snapped!

He and the other guy went at each other in an all-out flame war. In the end, Beihai got so angry he died. The days of hard work and the final kiss of death said it all. Yep, he was gone just like that.

Wait, what the hell? Was this really how transmigration worked? Where was the truck? Hell, even falling into a toilet would have been better! I didn't have a heart attack!

Complaining like that didn't help, though.

And so Beihai was reborn. In Heaven, a birdman with two wings on his back told him, "You can make three wishes here, and they'll be granted in your original world. This is to make up for our mistake at work."

When Beihai heard there was free stuff to be had, he didn't bother with any polite exchanges and agreed at once!

"I want money—more than I could ever spend!

I also want absolute, overwhelming power!

I want everything I wish for to come true!"

The birdman chuckled at the three domineering wishes, raised his left hand, and boomed, "As you wish!"

Then he chuckled again. "All your wishes will come true, but they'll come true in the real world. So if you want to return to your original world, you'll need to be reincarnated.

"As long as you work hard and become the top scorer in the entire country, you'll be able to return to your original world."

And just like that, Beihai was sent off to start over. He also got a system for no apparent reason.

By rights, he should've been able to punch his way through kindergarten, kick his way through the retirement home, and conquer the world!

Beihai hadn't expected it to be difficult, but he'd overestimated himself. He'd been a prodigy in kindergarten, then a fallen genius in middle school!

Good grief, who could understand the sense of salvation he felt when he was born and couldn't understand what anyone around him was saying? Hadn't they said the whole universe spoke Great Xia's language?

The most hellish part was that he'd been born in a toilet. What kind of bullshit start was that?

Beihai had spent most of his life speaking Great Xia's language. Suddenly having to switch over and learn a new one from scratch was practically impossible.

A good example was English. It was taught starting in middle school, and there were still people who couldn't speak it by the time they graduated from university, let alone use it fluently. There was no need to even think about learning other languages.

Beihai was the sort of guy who sat at the back and could do a little bit of everything except study. Put simply, if he didn't want to study, he had to have fun. Once he left school, he had to bear the consequences himself. Otherwise, where was the sense in that?

As people in society liked to say: "You go to school, but you don't learn anything, and you don't even have fun. What are you getting out of it?"

More importantly, Beihai had the miserable realization that he was a terrible student. How was he supposed to study? How was he supposed to compete for the top score in the entire country?

Especially in Asia, where he couldn't guarantee anything else, but he could guarantee that the competition was fierce!

People less capable than you were working hard, and people smarter than you were striving. What made you think you could catch up?

Beihai nearly gave up on himself. Unfortunately, his family wasn't as happy as it had seemed at first. His mother left after divorcing his father, and his father drank heavily and took out his anger on him.

Beihai suddenly thought of the three wishes he'd made. They became almost the only thing keeping him going. So what if he couldn't understand the language, read the writing, express himself, or do anything at all? He was a complete noob, damn it.

There was only one word for it: study!

Ha! I was going to master that ridiculous language arts and every kind of math problem! I'd strip off your clothes and take a good look at you, so be good and let me see!

You lousy homework, my pen was going to rub you to pieces!

When a terrible student who'd been out of commission for most of his life suddenly started studying in earnest, the results were horrifying: nothing went in!

It took him more than half a year just to learn the language. It was an awful experience. So the first thing Beihai said in this world wasn't "Dad"—it was a fluent "Fuck your mother!"

What did it mean to be a terrible student? It meant that when you memorized English vocabulary, you had to write the Chinese pronunciation beside each word. Even for English insults, Beihai had to add a Chinese note beside them, like "suan luobo bie chi."

So Beihai could only use the stupid method: drawing out formulas over and over, solving problems again and again. Someone who loved studying as much as he did was bound to get a great score, right?

Third from the bottom in the entire grade!

Beihai slumped over the desk, studying the math problem again and again. The desk lamp cast its glow, and his thick, round-framed glasses sat in a corner of the desk.

As he grew older, Beihai started wearing glasses. Not because he was going blind, of course, but to hide his good looks. Some people said glasses could seal away a person's handsome face.

Even if Beihai changed his glasses, he still looked a lot like Amamiya Ren—not the one drawn by an artist, but the flatfish model.

Beihai had reasons he couldn't ignore. For the top score, for high marks, for studying!

And, more importantly, to stop his abstract drunkard of a father from selling him off in exchange for booze.

Some of the system's titles were Involution King, Body Carved by Gods, and Hidden Goblin Warrior.

The effect of Involution King: You'll never know how round the moon is at midnight. While you're playing games, I'm reading.

While you're in the bathroom, I'm reading.

While you're eating, I'm still reading.

I only sleep an average of four hours a day. I spend all the rest of my time outworking everyone else!

Body Carved by Gods: You're the most perfect being in the world. Your body, strength, speed, and even your looks are all flawless. You're a treasure crafted by the gods!

Hidden Goblin Warrior: I know exactly what I am. I shouldn't even think about a saintess. The chieftain's calling me home for dinner.

If a saintess throws herself into my arms, there's no need to doubt it—she's definitely a biohazard!

Our great goblins will never fall for a trap!

I must stay hidden, spying on others from a dark corner, always wary of them—forever and ever!

He had to disguise himself, become an ordinary person, and grow his hair long. He also had to wear thick-framed glasses.

If you slept only four hours a day, you wouldn't have time to think about anything else. You'd work every last bit of sexual frustration right out of your system.

If you only slept four hours and still had the energy to do anything else, then you had to be one hell of a guy.

After all, the world was still too frightening. They were all middle schoolers, yet they were already passing love letters to one another. Who could've imagined that? You'd send one, but I wouldn't dare accept it!

A bunch of kids who hadn't even grown all their body hair were making goo-goo eyes at each other in class, falling in love like they were in some coming-of-age story, and even running off to rent hotel rooms. Did those things even belong in the same sentence?

From that moment on, Beihai realized that if he didn't disguise himself, he'd never get any studying done. To put it more dramatically, if he got tangled up in troublesome things, he might not even be able to become the top scorer in the province!

A disguise was essential, just like his title: Hidden Goblin Warrior. He'd gotten that title in middle school.

That was also when Beihai realized that seriously studying in this world could be very difficult. If you didn't have a normal social circle, you didn't need to say anything about being a loner; before long, you'd be bullied.

That's right: the Sakura country's special hierarchy, and its equal-opportunity bullying of everyone.

Back in middle school, the class had ganged up on a girl. But Beihai knew that if he didn't deal with them, he'd be their next target.

Just look at him: a single-parent family, a useless alcoholic father, and a bookworm for a son. Could they ask for a better target?

Or maybe, like in one of those popular storylines, the girl would turn her blade on someone weaker and join them. That might help her avoid getting bullied.

So Beihai used a few little tricks. They weren't exactly honorable, but they were quick and effective. Afterward, he started keeping up his disguise.

Besides, in Sakura Country, you had to admit that things escalated quickly. It had already reached the point of a Samurai Duel, with the two sides at each other's throats in public.

And the first thing Beihai did every day when he got home was think about how to survive. A drunkard like his father wasn't going to care about his well-being.

That made Beihai a minimalist. He wouldn't waste any time or energy. Aside from surviving, he devoted everything to studying.

Advanced Nurturing High School was what Beihai had chosen after weighing all the circumstances.

The three years of free tuition included dormitory accommodation, and he could solve his survival problem in the cafeteria. The three years of closed-campus education would completely cut off the negative influence his useless father had on him.

As for the school's claim that it offered 100% employment and the freedom to choose, Beihai wasn't buying it. He'd seen plenty of word games like that.