The Ultimate Killer.

It's an afternoon like any other. The sun shines brightly as it sets over the horizon, the wind occasionally blows, and the leaves fall from the trees.

A typical afternoon in a high school. Of course, all this happens and continues to happen as the bell rings, finally marking the beginning of summer.

"Think, Think, Think."

The students, upon hearing the bells, leave their classrooms and begin chatting among themselves in the exit area.

...

5th Grade, Classroom 1456.

The class is empty, with only one student who has already finished writing, and that is none other than Fred Pulker.

A 16-year-old boy with a less-than-attractive appearance, but not that ugly either. He is 1.68 meters tall, overweight, brown-haired, and Caucasian, wearing a somewhat disheveled uniform.

A semi-loose white shirt, blue pants, black shoes, and a rather carefree, idiotic face.

He finally finishes writing down the assignments.

"I'm finally done!"

He gets up from his seat and looks out the window.

What he sees, besides the beautiful, half-obscured landscape, is a girl with blonde hair, brown eyes, and a school uniform with white skirts and stockings that match and highlight her great beauty.

"Veronica Rich, my future wife, the most popular girl in high school, and one of the top 5 hottest beauties of the entire school life among male students!!" He says in his thoughts, blushing at the sight.

The girl walks along, waving to her classmates, and they smile and wave back.

Then suddenly, a young man with blond hair appears and kisses her on the lips, and she reciprocates.

Kissing in front of everyone.

This is Carl Moon, a 17-year-old boy considered the most popular and attractive boy in the entire high school. He's 5'11" tall, has a defined body, and green hair. He's also the captain of the basketball team and Veronica's boyfriend.

As he appears, a deep sadness and disappointment appear on Fred's face, saying in a low voice, "She seems to be my wife in my fantasies, not in reality."

Fred doesn't want to look anymore, so he tries to turn around, and when he does, just before he even realizes it, he receives a blow to the face that leaves his nose bleeding and him on the floor.

The one who hit him is a boy of a similar age with red hair, blue eyes, a muscular body, and a wrinkled and poorly groomed uniform known as Tiger.

He is with a group of four people behind him, also students, who watch with mocking faces what has happened.

Tiger squats down and tightly grabs Fred's hair, lifting his head, and mutters, "What happened?"

"You fat bitch, why didn't you hurry up? Did you keep me waiting too long? Or are you rebelling?!"

"No!! Bro, what do you think? It's just that~ I was doing some homework and I was already on my way there!" he said, trembling and visibly afraid.

"Bro, it seems that Fatty is rebelling, hahaha!"

"Yeah, we have to teach the fat guy a lesson!"

The thugs laughed.

Then Tiger slammed Fred's head into the ground, disconcerting him and causing him a lot of pain.

Then he and his henchmen started beating Fred up, kicking and punching him while mocking him, while Fred covered himself and took the blows.

Then they stopped.

"You fat idiot, this is your going-away gift for summer vacation. Aren't you going to thank us?!" Tiger said with a smile.

Fred, out of options and trying not to shed tears, replied.

"Th-thank you, Brother Tiger!" he said with his head down.

This made all the bullies laugh, and they left, giggling.

But not before saying,

"I'm waiting for your welcome home gift after the holidays. Maybe we have something special for you, hahahahaha!"

Fred then fainted.

...

When he woke up, it was 7 p.m., and his whole body ached, so he gritted his teeth and silently got up, gathered his things, and somehow left the now-empty school.

30 minutes later.

Fred, his shirt stained with blood, walking through the night, arrives at a small, rather run-down, three-story condominium.

After opening the door to his house—a rusty steel door—he closes the door behind him and lies down on the bed in his small room.

His room is a living room with a damaged television on top of a cabinet about two feet in front of the bed, his bed facing the only window, the bathroom at the far end, and a rickety closet next to it.

Fred, although battered and injured, gets out of bed and heads for the bathroom, carefully and painfully undressing along the way.

Once Fred reaches the bathroom, still completely naked, he looks in the mirror and is greatly shocked.

"Damn, I've transmigrated!"

(End of chapter)