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I, the Grand Marshal, the Great Sage, the very embodiment of human magical excellence—have grown utterly bored with the world I once ruled. Imagine waking up, filling out paperwork, being tired, and going to sleep—repeat ad nauseam. That has been my reality for what feels like the umpteenth cycle. I reached the pinnacle of magical knowledge. I uncovered the truths of mana, of existence, of everything... only to discover how hollow those truths really are. So simple. So disappointing. I started to doubt the very dedication that brought me here. With no reason to continue, I found myself listlessly mentoring students summoned from another world. They spoke of strange marvels—“internet,” “vehicles,” “entertainment.” A world of convenience, where life was easy and fast. And yet… they didn’t want to return. “There, we’re nobodies,” they said. “Here, we’re heroes.” How laughable. Heroism is romantic only at the start. Let them walk the rest of the path—I’ve seen where it leads. But I was curious. So, I prepared a teleportation spell aimed at their world. Not to be a hero. Just to see. Instead, I was summoned. Not to their world—but to a different one altogether. One drenched in raw mana. A world begging to be understood… or maybe broken. So now what? ------------------------ This fanfic was supposed to be a one-chapter wonder, something I’d toss into the void and promptly forget. But surprise, surprise—I actually picked it back up and started making it real. Shocking, I know. Is it good? Absolutely not. It’s 100% trash, maybe even shittier than my life—and that’s saying something. The quality? Somewhere between “hot garbage” and “why did I click on this?” But hey, it’s my flaming pile of nonsense. So head in with zero expectations. Maybe even negative expectations. And if you’re allergic to basic tropes or questionable writing decisions... well, you’ve been warned.