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Prologue: Mistakes of the Dimensional Kind

There are times I truly hated Mondays.

Now, I know many would say that I was ripping off Garfield on that regard.. but I genuinely hated that day.

It isn't even comic to me as I am quite the hard-working kind of guy, always trying to keep things to myself and get the job done quickly and efficiently but the disdain for the particular day was something that was related to the mere idea that everyone is expected to get up from the bed after an entire day (Sunday) spent doing literally nothing, resting and watching some TV.

Maybe that is the reason I was literally lacking a real job. Maybe I was kind of a NEET.

But the conundrum that started this little philosophical question isn't something truly regular, average, normal.

Here I am, sitting in front of a small commission made by four alien-like humanoids dressed in formal suits.

How did I know those were the real deal? Let's just say that I don't know any human gun capable of disintegrating an entire plant pot.

I wasn't asking then, blinking at the curious costumes they had and thinking about why they were wearing that.

RIP smol plant, it didn't do anything wrong in its life.

So you all might ask how I, Casey Mortimer, got stuck in that unreal situation and.. I would blame me trying to get a job.

"Mr. Mortimer, you have presented two years ago a CV to find a work for a school's administration. Is that correct?"

My memory was fuzzy regarding that but.. I do remember that it was the first applicance I sought when I left high school.

Also there was something about me having messed up that first appliance, leaving several spaces blank as I thought little of it.

A rookie mistake, one that I am possibly going to regret now with this shenanigans from outer space.

"I understand that you are frightened by this little predicament, Mr. Mortimer, but there is a good explanation. One that we will be more than happy to give to you right now."

"I am sure you are familiar with the place 'Sainan City'." Another said with a british accent.

I blinked and.. nodded partly out of confusion.

It wasn't long that I actually paused and froze, a chill finding his way through my spine.

"No." The four nodded all at once. "Yes."

My hands had to graps my chair mightily for me not to jump at the creepy reply.

"We have studied this dimension for two months and found your application fitting for our needs." He coughed as another continued.

"We are the new board of the Sainan High Academy, elected just three months ago as per advice of Emperor Gid Lucione Deviluke. Our duty is to appoint and/or fire individuals to preserve and improve the quality of the school."

"Your appliance is necessary to.. replace an unpleasant character from the established. He was deemed a menace to most of the students' population."

My mind was going thousand miles per hour as this information sunk in my brain.

To Love-Ru, one of the franchise that kickstarted the idea of having high Ecchi content in Anime, was.. real? Absurd, shocking and... dreadful.

One thing is to have fake characters be put in insane situations, another was knowing that all the crazy things had happened to real people.

What the actual heck!?

But I focused on the pressing matter, the very idea that one of the Sainan High's staff had been fired and I was going to replace him/her.

I was sure that wasn't the Nurse, Mikado being actually the best worker I had seen in the series.

Sure, she would have her 'crazy' moments but those were heavily outclassed by her moderate professionalism.

Tearju? Difficult to say, she was good with teaching and was an expert in the subjects but.. she was quite shy and submissive to some bullies from the school.

Another teacher? Someone who was never shown? Maybe.. but why there was that smug/amused aura around those four exactly?

"It is because we are using a device to listen to your thoughts."

...Crapbasket!

"No need to use foul language, Mr. Mortimer. Your thinking was mostly correct as our offer is not about becoming a teacher."

Well, that was good and all but-

...Noooooo.

"Yes."

Why that? Why? I could be a janitor! I could be anything else and not a- "The role of principal is more than fitting for your attitude, Mr. Mortimer. You scored pretty high in our little test and you have a good knowledge of the issues you might be facing in your mandates."

Test? What test? I would have known if-

"We used something your kind calls... Gacha. It was quite fascinating and difficult to understand... but it worked for our search."

Gacha. They used a lottery to determine my candidacy and I felt quite floored by the fact I was screwed by some bad luck.

I found solace at the mere thought I could merely refuse this all and resume my life in peace-

"That is.. mostly false." I froze and turned at the four, all of them sweating some bullets for some reason. "Since we know how your kind agree to this kind of situation eagerly.. we kind of skipped the required signing and.. added your sign already to the forms."

... "You forged my forms and literally caged me in this.. without my permission."

"Forging is a strong word." One decided to justify, failing horribly as I twitched in silent fury. "We prefer to call it tactical pull. Like the one we are going to 'pull' now."

"Wait, wha-" I blinked as a flash of light blinded me for a mere instant and my butt found itself lacking the comfort of the chair.

In layman's terms, I was whisked in some room with bed, wardrobe and shelves with book.. and I fell on my ass.

"What the freak was that?!"

"He will hopefully weather the storm."

Now that the human had been removed, the committee exchanged some last thoughts about their choice.

"He will. Seems the kind of man that hardly fail at this kind of things." The second member added with a positive nod.

"Maybe he will have some trouble adapting with the students. He is quite young." The third commented with some inkling of hesitation.

The boy, Mortimer, was 22 and he was supposed to deal with high school students.

"He could fail, he is afterall a simple human. But he seem to have a good head in his shoulder and I am quite certain he will be a good investment."

"Let us hope that the Emperor will agree with our choice." The final member concluded with a somber, serious tone.

The idea of kicking the perverted principal out of Sainan had been mostly pushed by the fierce Devilukean, to reduce the deviated influence the individual might have had to his heir.

A smart move, some might have said, but also a move that forced them to take some serious actions to avoid getting executed by a disappointed Gid.

Sad was their path but maybe they could manage it?

It was too early to say for sure.

AN

Had been thinking of doing this and I've been trying to get a proper way to do it.

The reason why the Committee was capable of finding 'our' dimension was thanks to one of the machineries available to the Empire.

While Lala seems to be unique in doing impressive devices, I still think that other scientists could have done similar projects and even succeeded to created machines that wouldn't cause mayhem when turned on.

A big stretch and I will say that this will hardly have proper pairings due to the series Harem-system.

Fluff moments? Yes. Lime and lemons? A meek no.

Lots of SoL moments to keep everyone updated on the whole idea of having a functional principal at the craziest school ever.