Chapter 3: Newton Academy
Ethan threw on a plain t-shirt and a pair of jeans before grabbing his backpack. His hands moved on autopilot, muscle memory guiding him through the process.
His thoughts were filled with only two things, he had really regressed to the past, and the OmniTech System was real.
The ten thousand dollars in his account was proof of that.
But right now, he had a more immediate problem, he was late for work.
He stuffed his cracked Samsung J5 into his pocket, slung his bag over his shoulder, and dashed out of the apartment.
Newton Academy was only four blocks from his apartment, but with the morning traffic at its peak, running was his only option.
"Damn you, young me. You really let yourself slack off," Ethan muttered, already feeling slightly winded. "Even 35-year-old me wasn’t this lazy."
He immediately made a mental note to start working out since the body didn’t feel like his anymore.
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Five minutes later, Ethan arrived at the school gates. The place was exactly as he remembered, blue worn out paint and a modest three-story structure that had clearly seen better days.
The Newton Academy sign above the entrance was slightly faded, and the security guard at the gate—Mr. Willis, an old man who always smelled like strong coffee—gave him a tired look.