In my previous life, I never paid much attention to my looks or my physique.
That was a mistake.
Skills were one thing, but if my body couldn't keep up, none of it would matter. A weak foundation would collapse sooner or later.
That won't happen this time.
I decided to change things—slowly and properly.
While I worked on myself, I reminded myself of something important.
I have to be careful.
If I suddenly started topping every exam and outperforming everyone, it would raise questions. Talent was acceptable. Miracles were not.
Still, I needed results.
I had a clear goal: get into a top university—one of the best in the country. Not just for the degree, but for the connections. The exposure. The platform.
In my previous life, I wasn't bad at studies. I scored around 70% —respectable, but not extraordinary. It landed me in a middle-tier university.
This time, I wasn't settling.
I didn't need to be the state topper.
I didn't need headlines.
I just needed to be good enough to enter the right doors.
Using my skill, I absorbed everything from my textbooks—concepts, patterns, shortcuts. But I quickly realized something.
This isn't enough.
Books alone wouldn't make me exceptional. I needed more—broader knowledge, deeper understanding, things beyond the syllabus.
I began collecting information quietly. Advanced topics. Things that wouldn't be tested now, but would matter later.
I was learning, absorbing more than I ever could before.
And yet, it still felt insufficient.
The world was vast. Time, limited.
That realization didn't frustrate me.
It amused me.
I smiled.