Driven to Transmigrate by Cyber Popularity

Some people say that when a person is angry, they'll do anything—eat three bowls of rice in a row, fight a tiger bare-handed.

A man's fury can stain the ground with blood for a beauty's sake; a commoner's rage spills blood five paces away; an emperor's wrath leaves a million corpses in its wake.

But Beihai feels the need to clear up a rumor here: who says people can do anything when they're angry? They still can't solve math problems!

No matter how furious or desperate to find the answer, all they can do is throw down their pen, tear up their homework, and solve the math problem in a physical sense!

Staring at the damned mission requirements on the system, Beihai felt this was worse than death!

What do you mean I have to be the national top scholar before you let me go back?!

Thinking back to his past life, Beihai was just a guy coasting through existence, toiling like a beast of burden all day, then lying in bed at night playing gacha games on his phone—how blissful was that? Occasionally, he'd even log onto Paper Plane to share his "codex."

What? Why gacha games on a phone? Come on, isn't the average IQ on the internet such that people ask if everything has an Android version or if it can run on a phone?

And how do you unzip it? What's Steam? Where do you download the legitimate version?

Where do I even download it? I filled in the username as required, so why isn't it working?

These ridiculous moves just prove the diversity of humanity. Of course, Beihai wasn't that extreme. As they say during school days, the master leads you in, but cultivation depends on the individual.

Beihai still vividly remembered that day. He sat in the back corner seat, and next to him was a god-tier classmate who slept through every lesson.

Beihai couldn't stand the boring silence of not talking in class, so he pestered the guy every day to find topics to chat about, occasionally picking up some info.

What? You're still using an app to read?

Usually, websites are better. I've got the biggest foreign site—want it?

Oh, and do you know Pixiv? E-Hentai? Let's start with the basics: do you know Pic ACG?

Once Beihai learned about that other side of the world, his IQ shot up to Einstein levels!

So Beihai learned a ton from that master, and now he selflessly shared all those goodies online.

After testing the game he'd ported from his computer and confirming his translation patch worked fine, he sent it to the other guy.

"Alright, just download it and unzip it. Nothing else to worry about."

After sending the message, the other side replied quickly.

"Got it, got it, thanks big shot. But why is the download so slow?

How do I change the file extension? Where do I change it? What do I change this 'rar' to?"

Beihai was startled by the message and instinctively replied, "Bro, I've told you everything I know. It's just a few steps."

Beihai was already being polite—he'd even done the translation himself. He felt like he was practically spoon-feeding the guy.

But he never expected the other side to be ungrateful.

"Motherless piece of trash, why not just send me the game directly? Why bother with a compressed file? If you want money, just say it."

And then Beihai snapped!

Beihai engaged in an intense online battle with the guy, and in the end, he got so angry he died. Days of hard work and that final "kiss-off" said it all. Yep, he went out just like that.

Wait, why is this so ridiculous? How did this lead to reincarnation? Where's the truck? I'd rather fall into a toilet and feel better about it! I didn't even have a heart attack!

No matter how much he complained, it was useless.

So Beihai was reborn like this. In heaven, a bird-man with two wings on his back said, "You can make three wishes here, and they'll be fulfilled in your original real life to make up for our work oversight."

Beihai heard there was free wool to be plucked, so without any pleasantries, he agreed on the spot!

"I want money—endless money that never runs out!

I also want absolute, overwhelming power!

I want everything to go my way!"

Three domineering wishes. The bird-man chuckled, raised his left hand, and chanted loudly, "As you wish."

Then he chuckled again: "Your wishes will all come true, but they'll be in reality. So if you want to return to your original real world, you'll need to be reborn.

If you work hard and become the national top scholar, then you can go back to your original real world."

And just like that, Beihai was sent off for a do-over, along with a random system.

Logically, he should be able to bully kindergarteners and beat up nursing homes—unbeatable under heaven!

Beihai thought it wouldn't be hard, but he overestimated himself. A demon child in kindergarten, a fallen genius in middle school!

What the hell? Who understands that feeling of salvation when you're born and can't understand a word anyone says? Wasn't it supposed to be that the whole universe speaks Daxia language?

The worst part? He was born in a toilet. What kind of crappy start is that?

And Beihai had spent most of his life speaking Daxia. Suddenly having to learn a new language from scratch was practically impossible.

A good example: English is taught from middle school all the way through college, and there are still people who can't use it fluently, let alone another language.

Beihai was that guy sitting in the back row—good at everything except studying. To put it bluntly, if you don't want to study, you play. After you leave school, you bear the consequences yourself. Otherwise, where in the world would you get such a good deal?

Otherwise, as society says: in school, you neither learned nor had fun—what were you even after?

More importantly, Beihai tragically realized he was just a slacker. How was he supposed to study? How was he supposed to compete for the national top scholar?

Especially in Asia—can't guarantee the rest, but the grind here is real!

People dumber than you are working hard, people smarter than you are fighting hard—so what right do you have to catch up right now?

Beihai once gave up on himself, but unfortunately this family wasn't so great from the start—his mother divorced and left, his father was a drunk who took out his anger on others.

Beihai suddenly remembered the three wishes he'd made; they practically became his motivation. Fuck, wasn't he just a triple-zero nobody who couldn't speak the language, couldn't read the script, couldn't express himself, and understood nothing?

Just one fucking word: learn.

Hah, what a joke—national language, math, let me devour you all, let me strip off your clothes nicely, obediently, and let me have a good look!

Sassy homework, get thoroughly ravaged by my pen!

When a slacker who'd been dormant for most of his life suddenly started studying seriously, the effect was terrifying—namely, he didn't learn a damn thing!

Just learning the language system took over half a year. That feeling was so unbearable that the first words Beihai spoke in this world weren't "Dad," but a solid "Fuck your mother!"

What's a slacker? It's the kind of person who has to write the Chinese pronunciation next to English words when memorizing them—like for curse words in English, Beihai had to put Chinese annotations next to them, like "suan luo bo bie chi" for "son of a bitch."

So Beihai could only use the brute-force method, drawing formulas over and over, solving problems over and over. A guy who loved studying like this must have gotten great grades, right?

Third from last in the entire grade!

Beihai slumped over his desk, watching math problems over and over. The desk lamp glowed brightly, and a pair of thick, round glasses sat in the corner of the desk.

As he grew older, Beihai started wearing glasses—not because he went blind, but to hide his looks. There's a saying about using glasses to seal away your high-level appearance.

Even if Beihai just swapped his glasses, he'd look a lot like Amamiya Ren—the kind from the illustrations, not the flounder-faced 3D model.

Beihai had reasons he couldn't avoid—for the top scholar title, for high scores, for studying!

And even more, to prevent his abstract drunk of a father from selling him off for booze money.

Some traits the system had handed down included Involution King, Body Carved by Gods, and Hidden Goblin Warrior.

Involution King's effect: You never know how round the moon is at midnight. When you guys are gaming, I'm studying.

When you're in the bathroom, I'm studying.

When you're eating, I'm still studying.

I average only four hours of sleep a day; the rest of the time, I'm out-involutioning everyone else!

Body Carved by Gods: You are the most perfect existence in the world. Whether body, strength, speed, or your appearance, all are flawless. You are a treasure crafted by the gods!

Hidden Goblin Warrior: I have a clear self-awareness. Forget about saintly maidens—don't even think about it. The chieftain's calling me home for dinner.

If a saintly maiden throws herself at me, no need to doubt—she's definitely a bio-weapon girl!

We great goblins never fall for it!

I must hide myself, lurking in dark corners to spy on others, staying wary of everyone, forever and ever!

He had to disguise himself, become an ordinary person—let his hair grow a bit longer, put on thick-rimmed glasses.

Sleep only four hours a day, so you don't have to think about anything else. All your sexual frustration gets crushed out of you.

If you can still do other stuff on four hours of sleep, you're pretty damn impressive.

After all, this world is too scary. Everyone's still in middle school and already passing love letters to each other. Who could've imagined that? Even if you dared to send one, I wouldn't dare to accept!

A bunch of kids whose feathers haven't even grown in yet, cooing and wooing in the classroom with their youthful romance, then running off to hotels—are those words even supposed to go together?

From that moment, Beihai realized that if he didn't put on some kind of disguise, he could forget about studying. To put it terrifyingly, if he got tangled up in troublesome affairs, he wouldn't even make it past the provincial top scholar exam!

Disguise was absolutely necessary—just like his trait said. Hidden Goblin Warrior. He'd gotten that trait back in middle school.

It was also when Beihai discovered that in this world, if you wanted to study seriously, it was often very difficult. If you didn't have a normal social circle, you didn't even need to mention being an outcast—bullying would form quickly.

That's right, the unique hierarchy of Sakura Country, plus equal-opportunity bullying of everyone.

Back in middle school, the classmates ganged up on a little girl. But Beihai knew clearly that if he didn't deal with them, he'd be the next target for bullying.

Look at him—single-parent family, father a useless drunk, a bookworm. Was there a better target for bullying?

Or, like in those predictable plots, the girl could turn her blade on the weaker ones, join the bullies, and maybe avoid being bullied herself.

So Beihai used some small tricks—not exactly honorable, but efficient and effective. After that, he started disguising himself.

And in Sakura Country, you had to admit their version updates were very fast. It had already reached the level of samurai duels, where the two sides were irreconcilable in society.

Plus, the first thing Beihai did every day when he got home was think about how to survive. That drunk of a father sure wasn't going to take care of Beihai's life.

This forged Beihai's energy-saving principle: don't waste any time, any extra energy. Apart from survival, everything was about studying.

Advanced Nurturing High School—this was the result Beihai chose after weighing all the circumstances.

Three years of free tuition with dormitory, survival issues could be solved at the cafeteria, and three years of closed education could perfectly cut off the negative influence of his useless father.

As for the school's claims of 100% employment and the right to choose, Beihai wasn't impressed. He'd seen plenty of word games like that.