Before the strange lights had started shimmering from his skin, before the room fell silent and the students' stunned eyes locked on him, Nolan had been confused.
Not just surprised—truly, deeply, profoundly confused.
Not because of the mana.
Not even because of the weird instinct that let him break down high-level tactics like a master strategist with decades of elite combat experience.
No, Nolan was confused because he genuinely had no idea how he was doing any of this.
How the hell was he explaining everything so smoothly? In his old life, he was good at games—hell, brilliant. But explaining them? Teaching others? That had never been his thing.
Back then, he just played. Streamed. Button-mashed his way through the hardest levels until he beat them, then shrugged when people asked how.
He was the kind of guy who made victory look effortless—but only because he had zero patience to walk anyone through it. Strategy? Maybe. Coaching? Nope.
