Dimensional Invasion: I Can Fish for All Heavens

Chapter 3: A Changing World, Like a School at the Entrance to a Comic Convention

Ye Xuan naturally didn't have such thoughts. Rather, he felt that having power made him more able to accurately appreciate the value of knowledge.

For now, he's fortunate to have acquired a template for imperial power and dominance, so he doesn't need to worry too much about these things. However, for those who acquire abilities based on creative thinking, it's difficult to unleash the full potential of these abilities without outstanding knowledge.

However, this is just his opinion; everyone has different thoughts and makes different choices.

Although it may seem strange to go to school or even take the college entrance examination after gaining power, at least now, there is no record of any student giving up their studies or taking the college entrance examination after gaining power.

After obtaining the system and integrating the template of Wang Quan Ba ​​Ye, Ye Xuan no longer had an urgent need for good grades, so going to school was more interesting than staying at home alone.

After standing up, Ye Xuan stretched and then went to wash up and go to bed.

It's not early anymore. I finished my homework at 10 o'clock, and now it's almost midnight. I have to get up early tomorrow.

His home is close to the school, and given his special circumstances, he is enrolled as a day student. Normally, he should be a boarding student, but that would mean he would have to get up at 6:00 AM and have morning reading at 6:30 AM; day students can arrive later, before 7:00 AM.

the next day.

When Ye Xuan opened his eyes, the morning light was streaming in through the gap in the curtains, and the power flowing through his body made him feel somewhat dazed for a moment.

"Indeed, yesterday was not a dream."

The overwhelming sense of power instantly reminded him of his experience last night when he was fishing and merging with the template of Wang Quan Ba ​​Ye's youth, and the powerful sword energy within his body surged like a river.

He got up and went to the bathroom. After washing up, he subconsciously prepared to put on his school uniform, but his eyes fell on the blue and white robe that the system had given him.

Times have changed. Since someone successfully awakened their inner spirit by cosplaying anime characters, more and more young people have started to wear the costumes of characters from anime and movies as their everyday clothes. Although schools still maintain a uniform system, they turn a blind eye to it.

Unfortunately, fantasy items that invade reality have no nationality, but the people who acquire them do.

The characters in human fantasy are all so powerful, some even strong enough to easily destroy cities and countries. What if a country with whom we have a bad relationship awakens a powerful character template? Wouldn't we be doomed?

Therefore, all countries hope to have more awakened powerful individuals, and naturally, the restrictions in these areas have been relaxed considerably.

Ye Xuan didn't do this before, firstly because he felt his luck couldn't possibly be that good, and secondly because he felt it was a bit childish; after all, he was a transmigrator and had long passed that age.

At most, I would try it out privately; it's impossible for me to wear it directly into school.

But things are different now. Before you get a template, you're called a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur). Now that you have a template, are you still a chuunibyou?

That's the real-world arrival of true royal power and hegemony, okay?

He put on the blue and white robe, fastened the belt, and hung the sword of kingship at his side. The boy in the mirror had clear and bright features. There were faint golden patterns flowing on the blue fabric of the robe. The long sword at his waist was simple and elegant, and the two characters "kingship" on the hilt gleamed slightly.

But what is most striking is his demeanor—a confidence and composure befitting a young swordsman, as if he could shatter everything in the world with a single sword strike. A wisp of hair on his forehead moves without wind, and the spirit flowing in his eyes makes his entire profile exceptionally clear.

At this moment, Ye Xuan was like a swordsman who had stepped out of an ink painting, with every move he made exuding an indescribable charm.

He smiled at himself in the mirror, and the young swordsman in the mirror also smiled back.

It feels good.

Ye Xuan glanced at the time and pushed open the door to go out.

At the entrance of Wutong Lane, the rising white mist, carrying the aroma of steamed buns, filled the air. Ye Xuan stood in front of the breakfast stall and expertly announced the breakfast he wanted to buy:
"Uncle Zhang, twelve meat buns, six vegetable buns, and three cups of soy milk."

"Pack it in three bags."

His gaze fell on Uncle Zhang's slightly strange attire. A red scarf hung around his neck like a red scarf, and graying temples were visible beneath the Tai Chi headscarf. Then there was the rolling pin in his hand, which was of normal size, but the tip of the rolling pin was painted with crooked blue dragon patterns in red paint.

"Okay!" Uncle Zhang responded subconsciously, packed up what Ye Xuan wanted, and was about to greet him when he froze, his right hand hanging in mid-air. After a long pause, he handed the packed buns to Ye Xuan.

"Xiao Xuan's outfit today."

Then, as if remembering something, he suddenly realized:
"Oh, so you're trying to awaken anime characters too? If you ask me, that's harder than winning the lottery!"

Ye Xuan took the packaged buns, while Uncle Zhang continued rambling:

"Look at what I'm wearing. It's supposed to be a full set of Master Xie's Steel Rod cosplay outfit. My daughter snatched it from me when it was on sale for 20% off."

"There was a two-meter-long prop stick inside. It wasn't heavy, but it was incredibly long. Do you think that thing could be used to knead dough? I had to cut both sides off and turn it into a rolling pin."

"It cost me fifty yuan to draw a dragon pattern on it!"

"You know about the Tyrant Dragon Pattern, right? The Tyrant Dragon Pattern is..."

"Only legendary kitchen utensils have dragon and phoenix patterns; Master Xie's steel rods don't have these."

Ye Xuan kindly reminded him when paying.

"What's the matter?"

"Then what's the point of me spending these fifty dollars?"

Uncle Zhang's eyes widened.

"You're such an idiot."

The woman selling pancakes across the street laughed loudly.

"You said that Xiao Xuan wanted to awaken an anime character, but I think it's you old codger who's thinking that!"

"Little Master hasn't even seen it yet, and you want to awaken Master Xie's legacy? Don't you even know if you can lift that steel rod!"

"Hahahahaha!"

"Get lost, you've seen it even though I haven't."

Uncle Zhang cursed under his breath, slamming the rolling pin heavily on the cutting board. But as he watched Ye Xuan's departing figure, he couldn't help but mutter something under his breath, noticing the indescribable air of a young swordsman.

"I must say, Xiao Xuan's outfit actually looks pretty decent."

At the same time, Ye Xuan carried breakfast to the school gate, his gaze sweeping over the bustling crowd of people dressed in various ways, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Although he had seen it many times, he still found the scene before him incredible every time he saw it again.

Those who know will recognize this as a school; those who don't might mistake it for the entrance to a comic convention.

Some were dressed in black robes with red clouds from the Akatsuki organization in Naruto, others in Shinigami outfits from Bleach, still others in Sailor Moon uniforms with sparkling "Moonlight Prisms" in their hands, and still others dressed in different Sun Wukong outfits, carrying sticks.

It seems like every anime character you can imagine is here, and it's not just limited to anime.

Wearing school uniforms properly has become a minority – no, it should be said that apart from a very few who are focused on studying, no one else wears them at all.

Even the most rigid headmaster in the past is wearing an eye patch today, like Gojo Satoru from Jujutsu Kaisen, though it looks more like it's for covering up his dark circles.

However, if Gojo Satoru can see the road even with his eyes covered, can you also see the road?
(End of this chapter)