Became a Teacher at Monster Academy

2 – Becoming Teacher Monster (1)

In my past life, I died crushed by a falling signboard on my way home. But this life was different.

For one, there were no falling signboards to crush me to death in this life. Of course not.

Instead, there were many more reasons I could die, but that’s all in the past now.

I don’t think there will be any more such incidents…probably.

“Black Lion, Ern Bahrdt, come forward.”

The world I reincarnated into.

A world where swords, magic, and steam punk-esque mechanical devices coexist. For the first 10 years after I was reborn into this world, which was so different from my old one, I thought it was just your average…fantasy world.

Sure, there were machines spewing steam all over, but that’s just the kind of world it was, right?

If anything, wouldn’t a typical fantasy world without any scientific advancement due to the existence of magic seem stranger?

In that sense, I thought it was more rational and reasonable for this world to have developed these mechanical devices centered around steam power, even if it lagged behind scientifically compared to magic.

So I didn’t doubt it.

Thanks to the somewhat steam punk-esque worldview, my plan to flex my modern knowledge and technical skills didn’t work well in this world.

In the first place, the science here was closer to “magitech” mixed with “magic.”

Ah, steam engines, you say?

Boiling water to run them – only the lowest of the low with no magic would use such shoddy things.

Why boil water when you can just power the engine with magic?

That was the basic theory of this world.

It’s not like I was reborn as some uneducated bumpkin. With the vague high school-level trivia I knew, there was no way for me to act all high and mighty here.

Of course, I did have some theories in my head that didn’t exist in this world yet.

I didn’t know much about them, but research could have yielded some gains potentially.

However, I didn’t have the time or leisure for that.

Anyway, while somewhat steam punk-esque, it wasn’t bad at all – rather, it was for the better.

At least, commoners here didn’t have to use pit toilets or walk for hours to fetch water for a bath like in the past.

Sure, it was inconvenient compared to modern times, but tolerable.

The most important thing was…

I wasn’t reborn into some rural countryside as the third or fourth son. No, I was the firstborn son of a noble family in a small kingdom.

Me, an orphan in my past life, the firstborn of a noble family?

I couldn’t help but think life had dealt me a great hand.

Compared to just barely getting by on cup ramen every month in my past life…this was truly something else.

On top of being born with a silver spoon in my mouth in this world’s standards, I was also born gifted and talented.

It was like I not only struck gold in life, but was cruising down easy street.

…And so, I planned to live a decent life until inheriting my father’s territory, find a nice and cute bride, skip the romance from my past life, and have kids and live happily ever after.

I didn’t even imagine this world could be the setting of an ecchi anime and manga series featuring beautiful monster girls called Monster Musume because I didn’t know about the heavens or demon worlds, the aquatic and outer worlds that existed here.

And so I was able to dream such a dream.

But then, 10 years after my rebirth, an incident occurred that revealed the fantasy world I thought was just your average, though somewhat steam punk-esque, was actually a fusion fantasy world called Monster Musume.

Gates started appearing all over the world.

And that was when I realized my life had gone completely off the rails.

Monster Musume.

With the daring, one might even say lewd uniform designs of the beautiful monster girls, not to mention all kinds of questionable outfits, a story where the proper way is monstrous rape, reverse rape, femdom, and more – a world I’d only want to see animated from the imaginative mind of some author, not one I’d want to actually live in.

The truth was, after 10 long years of war between the four dimensions I mentioned earlier and what I’d thought was just an average steam punk fantasy world – “Humanity” – this current peace was the result.

If you ask me if this qualifies as true peace, honestly it’s questionable, just looking at the mood of representatives from some of the dimensions present here.

Anyway, compared to the wartime period of the past decade, Monster Musume’s starting background was quite peaceful.

In truth, as a teacher, the only challenge is fending off monster girls in heat or just bored and looking to play around.

It’s not like I’m actually fighting for my life covered in blood.

Granted, I face the crisis of being squeezed dry night and day.

But it’s not like my comrades are dying all around me as I struggle to survive on the battlefield.

It’s not like the comrade just complaining this morning about the hard bread not being able to eat even that rock-hard bread anymore, becoming an unfortunate departed soul.

It’s not like fighting for that comrade’s revenge only to depart oneself.

It’s not like gripping a sword and never letting go just to survive through all that.

But that was the overdramatic act I had to play.

Roaming the battlefield.

Swinging and swinging until swords shattered and blades chipped, who knows how many.

Spears broken just the same, countless times over.

My body bearing not one unscathed spot.

I had no choice.

To survive.

Because I’d reincarnated before the leaders of each dimension agreed it was useless and we’d all be screwed if we kept this up, let’s just get along.

That conversation led to establishing the interdimensional exchange facility known as the “Monster Academy” to promote harmony between worlds.

In other words, to survive, I had to live through 10 grueling years of war.

Rolling through the mud.

Rolling vigorously.

And in the end, I survived.

This was the result.

“Sir, Black Lion.”

A girl walked up to me, awkwardly gripping a ceremonial sword in her small hands.

The oversized ceremonial sword and oversized crown poorly matched her body, drowned further by the baggy cloak and dress making her petite frame seem even more diminutive.

But if you ask whether she merely appeared diminutive, the answer would be no from anyone.

She is…

The Empress, Raisonia la Formalhaut Seinar.

At just 17 years old, the young empress of the newly reborn Divine Human Empire, once the only remaining human kingdom, had already accomplished enough feats to justify dressing her frail body in those ill-fitting garments.

She had countless epithets.

The people’s savior.

Humanity’s shield.

Guardian of the human world.

Saintly Shieldmaiden.

And now, the Young Empress of Radiant Light.

The blonde-haired girl with locks flowing to her waist stood before me and opened her mouth.

“Sir, sword of humanity.”

In the war against the five dimensions, humanity played the role of the epic jobber most faithfully.

It’s not that humans were weak.

At least the humans of this world were much stronger than those of my old one.

While modern soldiers armed with advanced firearms could perhaps contend with the average soldiers here,

The existences above them were different – the superhumans known as knights and mages.

After all, this was a fantasy world filled with all kinds of gifted beings.

For one, the existence of knights running at speeds of tens of kph on just two legs would have been beyond contention for even forces equipped with modern firearms.

With one swing of their sword, even tanks became just hunks of metal – of course they’d be unstoppable against man-sized opponents zipping through cities.

Short of blowing up the city along with them with missiles, there was no answer.

Plus, these knights had been raised on swordplay since childhood, moulded into human weapons.

There were also “mages” capable of unleashing enough firepower with one chant to blow away castle walls.

For modern warfare, they were even more unanswerable than knights.

Even in my old world, terrorists with bombs were the symbol of terror – these guys were like walking bombs.

Given enough time and effort, even a mage of moderate skill could raze a city of my old world.

Of course, for an individual that would require decades of work, but that in itself was impressive.

The fact one person could burn down a city alone was remarkable.

Granted, this is assuming no knowledge of magic to prevent the mage’s preparations – how it would actually go is uncertain.

In any case, such superhumans existed among the newly born humanity of this world.

However…

The beings of the four dimensions – the heavenly, demonic, aquatic, and outer worlds – were simply more thuggish than those humans.

Both knights and mages.

They were called “superhumans” even for current humanity.

That is, the elites among elites.

Meanwhile, even the average soldiers of the four dimensions were strong enough that grouped together they could match those knights and mages.

Naturally, our own soldiers who didn’t even reach the level of those superhumans were easily crushed by the dimensional soldiers.

And so humanity united as one.

We had no choice but to unite.

The once mighty empires, and the numerous smaller nations like my own homeland struggling not to be swallowed up by those great empires – faced with the same foreign threat, we had no choice but to join hands even if it meant perishing together.

Better to fall to fellow man than these sudden dimensional beings – it would be less humiliating.

Of course, even joined together humanity was no match against the foreign powers.

We were small fry the four dimensions could clean up after dealing with the other three worlds first.

But this world did not wish humanity’s downfall, it seems.