She turned to him, "This world's gonna try to chew you up and spit you out. Learn how to survive. It's the only way."
And with that they stepped out of the school together.
He was half expecting cheerful and praises, excited friends coming to embrace him, teachers running to check if he was fine—
Mummers. That was all that filled the open field before the school, from both students and teachers.
Not a single person cared about him enough to come to him.
It was incredibly awkward.
Aegon averted their gaze by raising a hand to his eyes, both to protect himself from the sun's rays and their judging eyes.
The closer they approached the more vivid he could make of their conversations.
"He actually survived the trial, wow, I owe you twenty royals."
"I bet his trial was way too easy."
"Is it just me or is he kinda cute?"
"It's just you girl, you have terrible taste, seek help."
"Pretty sure the system took pity on him and just let him go."
"Uhmm... Can someone tell me what his name was again."
With every insult his head lowered more and more until—
"Aegon!"
An ambivalent voice yelled out, shut up all mumers and made all heads turn in its direction.
A woman. Curly black hair that fell over her shoulders, a bit of chubby cheeks and a dress that seemed to show more cleavage than necessary.
And it was only made worse when she ran to him, making everything bounce and jiggle.
'Who the hell is the MILF?'
He thought but couldn't say anything as she clearly seemed to know who he was.
'This would be the time for a painful migraine that comes with all the original's previous memories and basically a fucking guide.'
As the woman got closer the students and teachers made a path for her forward, pushing each other out of the way to leave her path.
Even Amelia moved a little to the side, clearly not concerned nor interested in whatever this was.
She reached him in a few seconds, tears cascading down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around him and wailed.
Aegon tried to move, trying to free himself as he was currently being suffocated by her gigantic boobs.
He finally understood what it was like to have a pillow trying to kill you.
She finally stopped and by the time she did he'd already pieced together that she was probably his mother or some kind of mother figure.
She patted him down, lifting his arms and turning him around.
He let her, after all her real son or whatever the original was to her was already dead so it was really the least he could do.
She finally stopped but left an eerie silence between them, having no idea what to say he raised an arm to the back of his head.
"Uhmm..." He tried to find an appropriate way to say something... Anything at all.
"Hey, mum? How you doing?"
Her hand moved over her chest. A bittersweet smile crawling up her cheeks.
"Never," she spoke in a crackly voice, "never ever have you ever called me mum before."
Then it clicked in his brain.
'Harem novel. Massive boobs. Degenerate author. She's obviously my stepmother.'
He pieced it together internally.
She gestured towards the sleek black car at the far side of the field.
"Come on, I'm pretty sure you've had a long day, let's go home immediately."
He just nodded in agreement, about to take the first step forward behind her before—
"Gooner!"
A voice rose from within the crowds making everyone turn again.
Short wavy blond hair, pristine crystal blue eyes, complexion meant for a god and a British accent that made everyone else feel less than.
Dressed in a blue blazer and a serene white undershirt, sleek pants that seemed tailored for him and gators so sharp they could cut you.
In the same uniform as the rest of them but his just fit right.
He was the original MC, Micheal Anderson, who was and will always be the most easy-go-lucky MC ever made.
The author made a point that he was supposed to be the most pretentious MC ever made, powered by pure courage and confidence.
The MC would in a few days later go one to survive his awakening trial and be the first ever person to unlock a double affinity.
Both Fire and Metal, but they were both under the same Faculty of Elementals.
Which made everyone both old and young want to jump his bones, not to mention he had a third leg for a penis.
But to cut the long story short he was covered and protected by the almighty plot armour and Aegon was unfortunately enough to be his best friend— destined to die.
But out of everything he could say to call his best friend the only thing he thought would be appropriate was 'gooner'.
Aegon whipped his head as Micheal approached him, arms slightly spread out and the sun looming above him like they were just meant to be.
'Of fucking course, that jackass is my best friend.'
He cursed internally but faked a smile on the outside, it was never a good idea to get in the way of someone covered with plot armour.
He finally reached him after what felt like a hair conditioner commercial and tossed his arm over him.
He raised his knuckles onto Aegon's head and began ruffling his hair.
Aegon raised his eyes to his stepmother and wavered her off towards the car.
Micheal finally released him and let him stumble back a little.
"Oh my gods, I would've never thought you'd be resilient enough to survive an awakening trail."
Micheal said flatly.
"Excuse me?"
Aegon raised a brow.
He straightened his blazer not even glancing at Aegon anymore.
"Oh, no offence Goon, but you're fairly very pathetic."
"What the fu—"
Before he could say anymore Micheal continued.
"Shush goon, now that you have awakened we have to talk about more serious matters, like how I'm going to take over the awakening Academy."
"Except you're not awakened yet."
Aegon said matter-of-factly.
Micheal tilted back.
"Wow, I never knew awakening trials grew balls... I'll give you a day to go home and relax but after that when we see again I'll be awakened and we'll plan on the Academy together."
And with that he waved Aegon off, not even giving him a chance to rebuttal before walking away.
'Who in the holy douchebag even is this guy?'
He thought as he watched his figure walk away.
He averted his gaze from Micheal and towards the car with his stepmother and driver waiting.
He reached them in a minute and after another suffocating hug from his stepmother he stepped in the car and they drove off.