Linhart was dazed. His brain was going through a reset. One moment he was fighting a battle and now this?

  A wave of voices and faces flowed over him, flooding his senses. He was standing in a crowd of students. They looked like freshmen, all dressed in crisp new Nexus Academy uniforms. Most were chatting happily, and he seemed to be the only one who had just loaded from that dark and painful pce. He looked down at his own body and found his body was whole again, and that he too wore a freshman uniform.

  “I can’t wait to see the fights, especially if the seniors are demonstrating,” a boy walking next to him was saying excitedly, “I just hope there’s no blood. That’d freak me out!”

  Another boy let out a shriek and replied, “Did you see the Stratega Fighter? She is such a hottie. I would let her wrestle me to the ground!” They both shriek, even higher than before.

  “I’m going to be a melee fighter, all the way,” a pin-looking girl spoke with a suggestive tone to her neighbor, “Nothing says power like a big gun and armor.”

  “No way,” the other girl countered in a crude tone of voice, though she looked like she’d fit in better at the library, “Sharpshooter is the coolest. Boys go crazy for a dangerous woman. Snipers have some serious mystique.”

  What day is it? The first day of css? That was months away. “How long was I dead for?” Linhart wondered faintly, realizing the insanity of the question. His brain was still foggy with the sudden shift between life and death, so Linhart chose just to go with the flow until he could reason out what was happening.

  The crowd surged into the Circled Square, a square fighting field surrounded by a ring-shaped hill. Students just called it the Pit. Linhart was very familiar with this venue, having taken dog-fighting and wrestling courses here, he’d received school-sanctioned beatings here for years.

  The Pit had ten rows of long benches on all sides that were nearly filled to capacity. Half the school must be here today! Linhart found a narrow seat between two lovely female freshmen in the front row. One, a olive-skinned blonde looked at him and licked her lips. Weird! The other was looking up at him with an incredulous look on her face. Even through the fog over his mind, he noticed the pid skirts in the crowd looked so much shorter than he remembered.

  “Linhart!” the second girl gasped, “I can’t believe you’re here!”

  Linhart couldn’t believe his eyes either. She looked so different he hadn’t even recognized her. A thick pair of gsses hid her eyes, and her long, dark hair hung ft on her head, neatly parted down the center. She wore a red pid skirt and white button up shirt, the standard Academy uniform, but she looked younger and smaller than the st time he’d seen her.

  “Serapha, you’re here!” he excimed, “What happened to you after I was stabbed? Did you make it out alive? Is this a time slip?”

  Questions came pouring out of him, and the girl’s mouth dropped. She looked genuinely surprised that he was talking so quickly and loudly.

  She grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him in for a hug. Her body was so small and thin, but she had real strength in those arms. She squeezed him tight as she spoke excitedly, “Time slip… what the hell are you talking about Lin? I haven’t seen you in months.” She forced him to sit down and wiggled her hips up against his. Her arm slid over his shoulders. Her eyes roamed over his body. “I missed you.” She added with a hint of desire.

  “Yeah, sure.” Linhart ughed nervously as he processed her appearance and actions. She didn’t seem to know anything about the mission at all. But she also had changed her appearance dramatically. Had she gotten younger? “Nice to see you again.” he said slowly.

  Serapha was wearing thick wire-rim gsses, which he knew she hadn’t worn since the start of freshman training. All Nexus students get free eye repair. Also, her body was definitely not yet as developed as the toned Serapha that was with him on the mission. This must be a time slip.

  Time slip… or a self-replicating time loop, as the commander had called it. Linhart had spent many of his free hours considering the possibilities that a repeating time loop opened up.

  Maxing out your skills.

  Studying multiple csses.

  Being able to die and come back to life… Linhart shuddered at the memory of bleeding out at the wizard’s tower in some future date.

  Immortality.

  Linhart had once attended a magic lecture on the theory of time slip. The lecturer had droned on for an hour, and Linhart walked out of there with some vital insights.

  “Two vital ideas must be considered,” the lecturer had recited drily. “One. Only those who maintain their memories from one slip to the next can benefit from the recurrence. Two. The wizard Belfast was identified as the cause of the original time slip, though the event seems to repeat itself on its own accord. This shows the time slip’s unpredictable nature.”

  “The only individuals we know of who retain their memories are the Oracle who heads the school of Utility right here at Nexus Academy, and her two Mnemons, students in the school who wish to remain anonymous. It is safe to assume that the wizard Belfast, too, retains his memories, and that he has Mnemons of his own.

  Was he a Mnemon now? Was he the only one who remembers that mission? Linhart’s mind was going numb. Was he the only person here who remembers his freshman and junior years?

  The numbness subsided, and his heart started racing, as he consciously realized where he was and who was next to him. His body was pressed up against Serapha’s. And even though she was a bit less mature than she would be in junior year, it was more intimate contact than they’d ever had in his previous life.

  The phantom pain in his groin had now nearly disappeared, and Linhart was relieved to discover that his equipment was back in working condition. His dick swelled in excitement, and his balls tingled, sending happy feelings throughout his body. It is time to benefit from these memories… starting with some payback.

  “So... you don’t remember… we went on a mission together?” Linhart asked slowly, leaning into her embrace. Very casually, his hand came to a rest on her leg. She did not shy away from his touch.

  Gods. Is her skirt so much shorter than standard uniform, or is he imagining things? Linhart lowered his gaze admiring her bare legs swaying back and forth. She spread them slightly, her thighs twitching, even though she was crammed up against a boy on her other side. Serapha’s skirt was riding up, and Linhart saw everything. Her thin, white cotton panties were barely hiding her pussy. A small wet spot had formed.

  “Hey!” the other boy recoiled from Serapha pushing her away, “Keep your skirt down or I’ll report you, pervert!”

  “Oh my gods,” her face turned red. Was that embarrassment or arousal he saw on her face? “You touched my leg and I totally spazzed out. Sorry, Lin!” She released him from her grasp and pulled her skirt down to her knees. She didn’t even seem to notice that her smooth tummy was now in full view. “M- M- Mission? Haahn, I would love to go on a mission with you!”

  Okay, Serapha is completed fucked up! And she doesn’t remember anything. Linhart noted that the time slip made her way… sexier? and he didn’t remember her being this touchy with anyone ever. Also, is she not wearing a bra?

  Ignoring her perky tits and the look of euphoria that had spread over her face, Linhart looked around at the crowded benches. There were a lot of girls in the Pit today, many more than had shown up for fighting matches in his past life. It seemed that short skirts were the norm here, and Linhart caught sight of0 a dozen different colours of panties just from where he was sitting. The girls seemed to be worked up about the fights, too, and a cheer went up around the ring as a line of fighters entered from a door at the end of the ring.

  Linhart felt his understanding of the world shatter around him, as he watched these five curvy figures march to the center of the square.

  Four of them were senior girls, some of which he recognized from his days as a freshman. They had all graduated st year, likely becoming soldiers for Eryndor. But not all of them had been fighters. Linhart recalled that the petite girl with porcein skin and jet bck hair had been a healer. The freckled beauty with her hair in a long celtic braid had been a sharpshooter. The fighters all wore baggy pants and tank tops that hung loose around their necks, as though they were going for a work out at the gym.

  The fifth woman was definitive proof that this was not the same school he’d attended his freshman year. It was Xenia, one of the ‘Stratega’ of the Academy. She had been the Stratega Healer since he’d arrived at the Academy, her trademark pale green hair was tied up in a tight bun, and her elegant features exuded a noble vibe. She was famous among the students for her poise and beauty, but now she wore the sigil of the Stratega Fighter. She stood with shoulders back, muscles flexed, and her torso was covered only by a purple sash bound tightly around her stunning tits. Her silken pants dipped so low around her hips, they seemed ready to fall down at any moment. She looked even better in this Fighter gear than she ever had in her Healer robes.

  Linhart now understood. Not only had he slipped on the timeline, but he had slipped into another world all together.