The Academy’s Ankle Reaper – Chapter 0

I hadn’t been the shortest among my peers even once since I became aware of my surroundings.

Whether it was during elementary school where we ranked ourselves by height, the puberty-driven growth spurts in middle and high school, or even in the army, I had never been considered short.

Currently standing at 185 cm, I was shorter than the height of 190 cm, which presents discomfort in life, but I was well above 180 cm – a height every guy dreams of.

My excellent height granted me a higher line of sight, boosting my self-esteem beyond the basics, and having always looked down upon my peers, I obviously couldn’t fathom the thoughts of someone who was short.

So… when I casually read a web novel where the villain, ridiculed for his small stature, made a pact with a demon to murder someone, it’s only natural that I couldn’t empathize with that at all.

No matter how much of a complex it was, to kill someone just because they mocked you for being short… I found it utterly incomprehensible, no matter how lifelong that complex might be.

Unable to tolerate such absurdity, I left a brief comment on that chapter.

– But seriously, killing someone just for making fun of your height? That’s ridiculous, right?

In response, a comment appeared from someone who seemed to be the author.

– You’re tall, aren’t you?

That sharp response sent a shiver down my spine.

How did they figure out I was tall?

– Not that tall… just average?

I downplayed it as average, thinking what kind of chaos might unfold if I claimed I was really tall.

Once again, a reply came quickly.

– You’ll understand if you experience it yourself.

“What do you mean by experience?”

With that last statement, my memories as ‘Seo Ji-hoon’ came to an end.

At that time, I had no idea.

I had no idea that from that moment on, I would live my life below 150 cm after having lived above 180 cm for so long.