Dear Commander-in-Chief - Chapter 415 - Your Trash Academy

I, Seiren Shikino grew up in an orphanage. On the day of my high school graduation, I somehow got transported to another world, and turned into a girl as well. ……Eh, this isn’t my original world and gender, right!? It seems that I’m now Seiren, the daughter of a noble from another world. This is a light hearted story about family and romance.

“From today onwards you are no longer my son. Get out” Being born into a noble family that is aiming to become the ‘strongest’, at his aptitude ceremony held on his 12th birthday it was discovered that Igni could only use fireballs. Igni who can only use beginner level magic was kicked out of his house.

With no where to go and without much magical ability, Igni is scraping by through life. However, one day he has miraculous reunion. “What? Is that Igni there?” “Gr-grandpa!?” It was a reunion with his grandfather, the man who was once called the strongest [Kyokuten] but was banished from his noble family because of his excessive womanizing…! “Grandpa! You said strong men are popular, but I can’t be strong!!” “Igni, listen carefully. Strong men are popular but, hard-working men are even more popular!!” “Grandpa! I’ll try my best!!!” Igni whose parents who banished Igni from the house, didn’t yet know of his obsession with being popular under the guidance of the strongest [Kyokuten] magician…!

“Igni that magic!” “This? It’s a fireball” “With this you can aim for [Kyokuten]! Come back here!!” “Nobility isn’t popular” “What are you saying?” This is a story where a young magician becomes the strongest by honing his skills all in order to become popular.

Word of Warning: MC is crude, blunt and slightly insane. Continue with caution!---------------------------When Theodore Nevan is forced into the Reincarnation Cycle via Truck-Kun's almighty hand, he is given the option to be reincarnated as the son of two Primordial deities, who convinces him to agree to their conditions by promising three wishes each. Theodore, now Theo Kraven, must gather his power and make powerful allies, because he's not the only Primordial Spawn alive and not all Primordial Spawns are friendly. And, with his kind being hunted by an unknown, mysterious force, he must do so fast.What happens when he discovers he can also travel through time, to more primal periods in time, where the beasts ruled over the world with an iron first? To eras past where he can learn from legendary masters only known through the history books? He will need to continue with caution as he grows into his own powers, becuase messing with time is forbodden and being a Primordial Spwan at a time where Primordial Spawns are frowned upon is like a double whammy. If anyone finds out about who he really is and what he can do, he will be hunted and killed.Wielding the powers of Time, Death & Destruction at his literal fingertips, Theo Kraven is out to get stronger and gather his own forces, eliminating any who dare get in his way. He will be called a villain. He will be called a tyrant. He will be called despicable. But, at the end of the day, he will have the power to back his actions.And, like his predecessors before him, he will learn that his sanity... is a ticking time bomb! No matter how chill and creative he sees himself today — he will have to learn that the cost of power is one's sanity, and he'll have to learn this fast, too, or else he'll be too far gone to properly defend himself when the enemy comes knocking at his door. And the worst part? The enemy is already at the gate![Ding! Direwolf Alpha Tamed.][Ding! Progenitor Werewolf Corpse Summoned!][Using Absolute Synthesis to Create A New Summon...]:[Ding! New Summons Created!][Direwolf Evolved Into: Lycaon-Fenrir Progenitor Werewolf!]

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…