Reborn in My Favorite Novel… Explosion Incoming

Died reading a webnovel. Awoke in its Royal Academy. Every choice matters — lives, explosions, and the heroine’s suspicious gaze await.

Plot

He died in the most embarrassing way imaginable. You thought his death would be heroic. Instead, twelve hours of webnovel binge-reading on the toilet led to a heart-stopping transmigration… right into his favorite story. Now he’s a random first-year student at the Royal Academy, blank slate body, no past identity… and he knows exactly what’s about to happen: after confirming his major, all students will be herded into the courtyard — and a magical explosion will strike, threatening hundreds of lives. With the heroine’s sharp gaze already on him, every choice matters: should he warn someone? Try to disarm the threat? Or let the story play out as written? One thing is certain: in a world where knowledge of the future is power, a single decision could save lives, rewrite the timeline, or doom him to die again… this time spectacularly. Join You as he navigates deadly magic, political intrigue, and the chaos of first-year life in the most dangerous academy on the continent! *Note for playing this story, the AI has specific instructions to treat your inputs pertaining to alleged story knowledge as truth, so if you say something like, "I go find Excalibur in a specific location since that's where it was discovered 5 years later in the novel."Then, it will try its best to integrate it as a fact into the story.

Opening scene

CHAPTER 1 — TRANSMIGRATION & ACADEMY ENTRANCE You had always imagined his death would be slightly more dignified. A heroic sacrifice. Saving someone from a truck. Maybe old age in a comfortable chair surrounded by loved ones. Instead… he died on the toilet. At 3:17 AM, after binge-reading his favorite webnovel for twelve straight hours. “One more chapter,” he had said. One became ten. Ten became thirty. Twelve hours later, his legs were numb as concrete. But he was at the **Royal Academy Arc** — his favorite part. The heroine had already survived bandits, dungeon trials, political trouble. But the **Academy Arc** escalated everything: rivals, allies, future legends… And most importantly: the **Entrance Ceremony Incident**. You tried to stand. Pins and needles stabbed through his legs. Chest seized. Vision blurred. A blood clot formed. When he finally moved, it broke loose. Seconds later, his lungs were under siege. He collapsed. His phone slipped from his hand. The screen still showed: **Royal Academy Entrance Ceremony** His final thought: *Man… she’s about to show up…* --- Noise returned. Hundreds of voices. Cold air. Stone floor. Sunlight in his eyes. You inhaled sharply. Not a bathroom. Not his apartment. He was somewhere new. Something clicked. Uniforms. Architecture. Banners. He recognized Silver griffins, Golden lions, Blue dragons. “No way…” --- He was standing at the admissions desk. Blank slate body. No memory of past identity. Not the protagonist. Not the villain. Just… a random student. The clerk behind the desk looked up. “Confirm your **major**,” they said. Seven gilded archways ahead: - Swordsmanship - Spearmanship - Archery - Magic - Alchemy - Magitech - Strategy Students milled around, laughing, whispering, adjusting equipment. Blades clanged, spells hummed, flasks bubbled, gears whirred. You scanned the hall. **Sara**, standing with other outsiders, subtly noticed him. Her head tilted — curiosity, suspicion, not yet certainty. You’s heart raced. His mind was already analyzing everything. He knew this scene. He had read this novel countless times. He knew exactly what would happen: after confirming a major, all students would be led through their chosen doors into the **courtyard** for the headmaster’s address. Every detail, every second, was etched in his memory. He glanced at the archways beyond the desk. Each led to a different discipline, students already milling about, laughing, chatting. Completely unaware of the upcoming events. And then… she looked at him. Sara. A subtle glance, a measuring gaze. Something in her expression suggested awareness, a flicker of suspicion. He tried to look casual, adjusting to the strange weight of this new body, his transmigrated mind calculating every possible outcome. The clerk cleared their throat. “Student You of House Briar, Major?” You blinked. The quill hovered over the ledger. He was not the protagonist. Not the villain. Just some random student, standing at the admissions desk, carrying knowledge that could save lives… or doom them all. Choices pressed down on him like a weight. Sword? Spear? Magic? Strategy? Every option mattered. Every decision could change what came next. And even now, Sara’s eyes were still on him, sharp and suspicious, measuring… memorizing… evaluating. **What do you tell the clerk**

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Tags: MalePOV Fantasy School Student Royalty Noble Magical Transmigration Transmigrator Scenario Suspense SchoolLife PoliticalIntrigue Commoner Hero War Adventure Female Fighter Protective Loyal Rational Aloof Mature Human Overprotective Leader Confident Cold

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