Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart - Chapter 49 - 48 Please Don’t Misunderstand

My GPA is lower than a slime’s mana.My name is Atheron il Ataraxia, and I’m the walking disgrace of the Royal Academy of Magic.I’ve been held back twice, my essays are used in class as examples of how not to cast spells, and professors sigh in relief when I don’t blow something up during morning lectures.Truth is? I don’t even like this world.I was summoned. A girl from this world pulled me in like a card from a cursed deck, and now I’m stuck living here. Attending classes, battling evil spirits, and dealing with stuck-up nobles whose names are longer than my backstory.But something’s off. My mana doesn’t behave like theirs. The world listens when I speak. And the whispers I hear at night? They’re getting louder.They say evil spirits wander through Ashgrad under the light of the moon. And I think they’re looking for me.They think I’m a failure.Maybe I am.But if this cursed academy wants to survive the next full moon, they might just have to rely on me — the last-ranked summon with a dangerous secret.

In a bustling modern city where ancient secrets and mysterious powers collide with everyday life, 22-year-old Ethan Cross seems like your average college student. Behind his unassuming demeanor lies a man shrouded in secrets—a masked vigilante known only as “Virtuoso,” feared by criminals and sought after by powerful organizations.Ethan is overpowered, sarcastic, and ridiculously skilled at everything he does. But there's one thing he’s terrible at: romance. When the enigmatic and fiercely independent Mia Harper stumbles into his life, she unknowingly becomes the key to unraveling a conspiracy that ties Ethan's past to an ancient prophecy.Between laugh-out-loud moments, explosive action, and unexpected twists, Ethan navigates his double life while trying to protect Mia, keep his identity hidden, and maybe—just maybe—figure out how to confess his feelings without being a complete disaster.

[ Ding! You have successfully obtained the fiftieth Triling Ring ]

[ You now have access to enter the Mystic Cave guarded by the Nine Dragons ]

[ New Quest: Vampires approaching. Stop them from invading the Mystic Cave by ordering the dragons to protect you and your men. You have one week before the vampires reach the foot of the cave. Learn how to tame and control the nine dragons before they arrive]

[ Failure to do so will lead to your demise and all the fifty rings you’ve gathered will be a waste. The magical world will be destroyed and vampires will take over the land. You will be reborn in the next 250 years and would have to start gathering the fifty rings once again ]

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Rejected, due to being an human in the land of elves, Kevin was banished and casted into the river the very day he was born. But fate said he would live as he was rescued by the very person who casted him into the river.

Every mage when they reach the age sixteen were told to attend the mage academy and Kevin, the abandoned human who had overheard the conversation of some students, got excited to attend this academy.

He asked from his guardian if he could attend the academy but unfortunately, he was denied, all because of him being an human and not an Elf. At that moment, he became angry and had locked himself up in his guardian’s workshop, that was a room full of all types of magical items.

But while in the room, Kevin had spotted a golden ring that instantly glowed as soon as it touched his bloody fingers. Surprisingly, he was given a system that granted him the opportunity to be an Elf. But what he discovered was that, he wasn’t just an elf but a fairy and also an human.

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What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”