My name is Levi, and I work in anime.

For some reason, when Li Wei saw him, his first thought was that, compared to King Arthur, he was more like the most powerful gorilla on Earth who would become incredibly energetic and impossible to deal with once he was bathed in sunlight.

"Although he does look more like the most powerful gorilla on Earth, who becomes incredibly energetic and unstoppable after being exposed to sunlight, you can't write it like that during the exam, Li Wei."

Sitting next to the boy, Tsubasa Hanekawa, the class president whom the teacher trusted and the students relied on, couldn't help but remind him like this.

Although what the class monitor said makes a lot of sense, how did you know what I was thinking?

"Because Li Wei is very easy to understand. I remember very clearly every word you said."

That's amazing! No wonder you're the world's number one class monitor; you seem to know everything.

"I don't know everything, I only know what I should know," the class monitor with braided pigtails shook her finger, indicating that she was being too kind.

That's right, it's just that the area that the class monitor should know is too large.

"Li Wei, please stop talking, I'll get embarrassed..."

Yu Chuan was clearly unable to accept such praise; her face turned red, and she almost buried her head in the breasts displayed on the table.

It must be said that even a doctor like Li Wei, who has seen many human anatomy, has to praise Yu Chuan for being incredibly healthy, having a very safe delivery, and being absolutely adorable.

"Teacher, who is that blonde, blue-eyed woman with the ahoge next to you?"

Meanwhile, oblivious to the friendly exchange between the man and woman, a sharp-eyed student raised their own question.

"She is one of the Knights of the Round Table sculptures that were excavated by the archaeological team. According to experts, she is Guinevere, the queen of King Arthur, who was said to have had an affair with Lancelot and caused the destruction of the kingdom." Kirisu Mafuyu answered every question.

I see, that makes sense.

No wonder she's a beauty capable of triggering a national crisis, but her face looks strangely familiar.

If you cover up the hairstyle and change the eye color, she looks exactly like Ryougi and Arcueid, as if they were drawn by the same artist.

Just how much does the creator of this world love this face?

And he didn’t know if it was just his imagination, but he always felt that although King Arthur in the textbook illustrations was indeed a prince on a white horse, it was Guinevere, holding a sword, who looked more like a real hero.

At the same time, Li Wei noticed a strange familiarity with the sword she was holding. A surge of emotion welled up within him, as if something had been buried within him since childhood and forgotten, eventually becoming one with him—a weapon—and he felt an irresistible urge to draw blood from it.

"Li Wei, what's wrong?"

"Ok?"

"You look a little off. What happened?" Sitting next to the boy, the class monitor with braided pigtails asked with concern, "Have you not been resting well lately? Should I take you to the infirmary?"

"It's nothing, I'm just feeling a little unwell."

Li Wei took his pulse and found that there was nothing wrong with his body, so he politely declined the class monitor's offer.

Unless there was absolutely no other way, he always avoided the school clinic. It wasn't because of the pungent smell of disinfectant or his fear of injections, but because there was a blonde older sister there who had instilled a deep fear in him since childhood.

What the boy didn't know was that when he showed a slightly confused and somewhat sickly expression, the hormone levels of the girls around him rose by about five percentage points.

It's like a normally strong and upright man revealing the sickly demeanor of a wealthy young master, creating a unique and endearing contrast that makes girls start imagining all sorts of indescribable scenarios.

Many people are also secretly taking photos with their phones. It is foreseeable that these photos will soon appear on campus forums. After that, writers who like to imagine will write erotic novels about abusing a sick, beautiful, and weak young girl, which will be downloaded and taken home by teenage girls who make "oh ho ho" sounds.

And so, the activity level of the first section of the school forum remains as high as ever.

……

"Since you're not feeling well, then you should get some rest."

After school, Saeko continued to take care of him as always.

Listening to the purple-haired, big-breasted killer in the kitchen, who seemed like a victor, busied himself with cooking while humming a cheerful tune.

This is his home, and he has people he likes with him. The boy's mood relaxes as a result.

I glanced at the medical records the hospital had sent me again, but still couldn't figure out what the problem was, so I decided to take a nap first.

He needed to catch up on sleep and restore his strength. He needed to rest and recuperate, preparing for battle. Li Wei quickly drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 3 Morgan le Fay Arouses Interest

Morgan le Fay, the Queen of the Fairy Kingdom of Britain with long white hair and a cool, beautiful face, has graced the territory of the Earth Clan of Norwich with her presence today. Although she is traveling in plain clothes, the clan chief, Spriggan, is still filled with trepidation and feels honored.

The various clans of fairies in Britain have distinct personalities: the Fang Clan is fierce and warlike, the Wind Clan is easygoing, the Wing Clan is friendly, and the Rain Clan is pure and kind.

The Earth Clan originally had a personality that loved to create and cherished their workshops, but after the new clan leader Spriggan took office many years ago, the entire clan underwent tremendous changes.

Norwich City is now economically developed and has a thriving trade, making it the economic and entertainment center of the entire Fairy Kingdom.

Although many fairies didn't think much of him, their actions betrayed their true nature, and they always came here for trade exchanges. And since Norwich recently built a new arena, even more fairies have come to watch, and every match is packed to capacity.

The great Emperor Morgan was well aware of some of Spriggan's underhanded tactics, but since these were things that couldn't be brought to the table, he didn't care.

"Spriggan, is this the arena you're so proud of?"

Standing beside Morgan, the red-haired fairy knight Tristan casually inquired about the leader of the Earth Clan, his words utterly devoid of any respect.

All the fairies around were used to this. This knight, who called His Majesty "Mother," enjoyed unparalleled favor and would go unpunished no matter how outrageous her actions.

Today, I was just a little rude with my address, but compared to my usual behavior, I've already been quite polite.

Just like now, he's actually playing with the scepter that His Majesty Morgan is holding, and His Majesty doesn't seem angry at all.

"Yes, Your Excellency Fairy Knight, battles between powerful individuals take place here every day, and everyone enjoys this spectacle," Spriggan replied respectfully, his demeanor humble and polite, leaving no room for criticism.

"A boring battle," the capricious fairy knight commented.

The so-called arena is nothing more than a place for gladiators to fight against various monsters or fairies. Such a program may be exciting for ordinary people, but for her, it can only be described as uninteresting.

Out of boredom, the fairy knight Tristan settled into his VIP box, while Queen Morgan did not rush to take her seat, but merely looked around at the audience with a hint of curiosity.

At that moment, the audience suddenly erupted in an astonishing roar, the cheers shaking the earth and deafening.

"What happened?" The Queen of Britain frowned slightly, disliking such an overly lively environment.

“Your Majesty, he is a recently arrived gladiator. Although he is a complete newcomer, he has maintained a winning streak for some time and is therefore very popular with the audience,” Spriggan quickly explained.

No sooner had the words been spoken than the highly anticipated newcomer appeared. His arrival clearly ignited the enthusiasm of the audience in the arena.

He was physically strong and handsome, with a youthful face that hadn't completely faded, suggesting he was not yet an adult. He had a head of black hair, which contrasted sharply with the other audience members.

He was wearing only simple armor and holding a simple longsword.

His opponent today was a powerful member of the Fang Clan. Standing over twelve feet tall, fully armored, his exposed physique revealed bulging veins and iron-like muscles, exuding an explosive aura.

He possessed immense strength, wielding a massive, armor-piercing iron hammer with a head the size of a cartwheel. This contrasted sharply with the black-haired youth before him.

But contrary to their size, the Fang Clan warriors, who looked much stronger, were even more nervous, as if they were facing some kind of monstrous beast.

"Come on, didn't you want to challenge me?" The black-haired boy said casually, indicating that his opponent could take the initiative: "I'll give you this chance, but only once."

The arena allows spectators to participate in the battles themselves, but they are responsible for the consequences. Often, spectators get so excited watching that they decide to go down and fight—most of them are members of the Fang Clan.

The winners receive cheers and rewards, while the losers slink away, becoming a laughing stock – it's very entertaining.

"do not underestimate me!"

The opponent, caught up in a moment of impulsiveness, finally couldn't bear the taunts any longer. With a roar, he leaped up, wielding a formidable iron hammer, aiming it at the boy's head. The hammer pierced the air with a thunderous sound, the surging airwaves like a raging sea, accompanied by a piercing whistle, striking the black-haired boy before the bronze hammer could strike.

The shockwave alone from the hammer's strike is enough to shatter stone and split rocks. Even the finest steel couldn't withstand a direct hit.

However, all of this was of no use.

In the black-haired boy's view, his opponent had strength but no skill. Although leaping into the air could accumulate power, he only pursued attack and abandoned defense, leaving his defenses wide open and making him a sitting duck.

The next second, he swiftly moved in front of his opponent, and before the opponent could react, he slammed the hilt of his greatsword down on the pressure point on the arm. The powerful member of the Fang Clan was astonished to find that his arm was completely out of his control, and he could no longer hold onto the hammer, letting it fall to the ground.

Taking advantage of the momentum, the boy grabbed his opponent's arms and, still feeling the impact, slammed him onto the arena's ring. With a dull thud, the powerful member of the Fang Clan was buried headfirst in the ground, motionless, clearly unconscious.

The spiral pile driver, the signature move of Russian wrestling legend Zangief, has been mastered by Li Wei.

He used very light force, limiting his strength to just enough to subdue his opponent without seriously injuring him; this was a highly refined form of force reduction.

The boy, having won easily once again, spread his arms wide, proclaiming his victory.

"This is his fiftieth consecutive victory, and each one was won very easily."

The Earth Clan Chief Spriggan's voice was smug; clearly, this gladiator had brought substantial profits to his arena and was his cash cow.

When he first went out, he took pity on the boy who seemed to be from his hometown and brought him back to the city after he had fainted in the wilderness. Looking back now, he considers that decision one of his most successful investments.

Since he took over, tickets for the arena have been in high demand.

"Interesting. What's his name?" The red-haired fairy knight smiled with interest.

"My esteemed knight, his name is Li Wei."

"Livius? That's a nice name."

Before Li Wei left the stage, His Majesty Morgan exchanged a glance with him without saying a word. The two communicated in an instant through the window of their souls, as if a touch of fun had been added to their otherwise dull lives.

She seemed to understand why the arena was so popular.

PS: The reason I used the name Li Wei as the protagonist was twofold: firstly, it was influenced by Lao Kang, and secondly, this name can be used as both a Chinese name and a foreign name without feeling out of place.

Chapter 4, going to the front lines to experience patients' feelings—doesn't it need to be this in-depth?

Having just finished the battle, Li Wei returned to his room through the arena gate. He was drinking water to cool down while studying the books treasured by the Fairy Kingdom.

A month ago, Mingming was resting in his bedroom before he closed his eyes, while Saeko was preparing dinner in the kitchen. His happy life had just begun. But when he opened his eyes, he found himself transported to this strange and bizarre place.

Although I had just reviewed numerous cases, learned about the illnesses of those who claimed to have traveled through time, and even discussed them with the attending physician.

But the fact that it was his turn so quickly was clearly beyond Li Wei's expectations.

Dr. Bian once told himself that he should go deep into the front line to communicate with patients and believe that he could understand their pain and experience in order to truly be a doctor with a benevolent heart. However, the boy never thought he would experience the same kind of time travel disease.

According to the patients' accounts, the flow of time was completely different in the two worlds they traveled through.

For example, there was a guy named Hiraga Saito who spent several years in another world, but only three days in reality; there were also people who stayed in another world for a few days, but when they came back, they found that several years had passed.

Of course, there are also those like Yosuke Shima, whose time flows at the exact same rate in both worlds, but they are ultimately a minority; the majority are still different.

He hoped to be the former; he didn't want to wake up to find that everyone he knew had grown old.

If I don't wake up soon, Tokyo will definitely be bombed.

"Mr. Li Wei, it was a truly brilliant battle. Victory came to you as easily as a ripe fruit being picked from a branch."

Just as the boy was lost in thought, the chieftain of the Earth Clan, Spriggan, pushed open the door and entered, offering his heartfelt praise.

The cart he was pushing was filled with delicacies and fine wines, as well as various books that Li Wei had specifically requested.

This guy, like Li Wei, is a time traveler. However, he has lived here for many years, and his every move is indistinguishable from that of a fairy, so no one can tell that he is human.

The boy was found by his caravan and brought back to the city before he even woke up in this world. Although this guy was obsessed with money and art and spent all his time thinking about how to squeeze every last drop of value out of his fellow human, he had to admit that the boy had indeed helped him a lot and taught him how to survive in the fairy kingdom without revealing his human identity.

Of all virtues, filial piety is the most important; judge by intention, not by action, for by action, there are no filial sons in poor families. Of all vices, lust is the worst; judge by action, not by intention, for by intention, there are few perfect people in the world.

Regardless, Spriggan had helped him a lot, which was why Levi was willing to work as a gladiator in the arena to earn money for him.

In exchange, Spriggan would have to provide him with food, lodging, and a share of the profits, as well as collect a large number of fairy kingdom books to help him study.

"There's no need for excessive praise. As agreed, I'll be leaving at the end of this month."

Are you really not considering staying with me?

Spriggan looked regretful and tried his best to persuade him: "I've researched this kind of thing, like traveling back to your original world, for many years and haven't found any way. Why waste your time? If you're willing to stay here, you can get a bigger share of the money you earn."

And you also said that many time travelers like us didn't deliberately pursue it, but returned by chance. Maybe we'll be the same and suddenly go back one day?

Think about it, how much do the audience here love you? Why give up a wonderful life for a vague hope? While fairies aren't exactly benevolent, many clans have quite a few attractive members. If you like, I can easily get you the opposite sex you desire. As a gladiator, you can enjoy everything you want: the most beautiful women, the most delicious food, the cheers and applause of the audience…”

"No need. As the saying goes, 'Heaven's movement is ever vigorous; so should a gentleman constantly strive for self-improvement.' If Master knew that I was leaving my fate to Heaven's will, he would probably expel me from the school." The young man politely declined the other party's offer once again: "Besides, I have my reasons for returning. My mind is made up, and there is no need for further explanation."

"Since that's the case, then I won't say anything more."

Spriggan shook his head. This kind of conversation had happened more than once, and every attempt to persuade him to stay had ended in failure.

If I had known he was such a good fighter and popular, I should have made sure he worked for me for a longer period of time. Knowing his personality, he definitely wouldn't have gone back on his word.

Ugh, this is a real problem. Do we have to promote a new star gladiator after he leaves? That's no easy task. But forcing him to stay isn't something I'm confident about either.

Since that's the case, why not make this a good connection? You might need this connection in the future.

"If you change your mind someday, my door is always open and you're welcome to come." With that, Spriggan turned to leave.

"Wait a minute, I have another question," the boy called out to him.

"Oh? May I ask?"