Rehired by the Academy for Supernatural Talents, but All the Sages Are My Secret Identities

1. Jiang Xun, a star employee of the System Bureau, worked diligently for three hundred years, cycling through eighteen secret identities in a strange and dangerous otherworld before finally founding the world's first supernatural academy: Wanxiang Academy.

After centuries of hard work, Wanxiang Academy had trained countless students, driven back the supernatural threats, and ushered human civilization into a golden age.

Satisfied, Jiang Xun submitted his resignation and prepared to retire in peace.

But when he opened his eyes again, he found himself a thousand years in the future.

The supernatural threats had returned, human civilization had suffered a collapse, and order had fallen apart.

Wanxiang Academy, which he had built with his own hands, had fallen from its position as the world's top school to some obscure backwater that nobody had even heard of.

Jiang, at a loss for words, Xun: ...

Most absurd of all, some System had appeared and was passionately yelling in his ear. "Host! Your mission is to join Wanxiang Academy as a lecturer and restore this once-great school to its former glory!"

"Do you know? The first head of Wanxiang Academy was a world-shaking figure! And the second and third generations were just as impressive. Every generation produced legendary, exceptionally talented figures!"

As the System rattled on beside him, Jiang Xun calmly straightened his collar.

Yes, everything you just said was me.

After all, the otherworld hadn't developed immortality technology or any related supernatural abilities. To keep the academy running, Jiang Xun had to keep changing secret identities. One year he was the headmaster, the next the dean of students, and the year after that a full professor.

Unable to bear seeing the academy he'd built with his own hands fall so far, Jiang Xun gladly accepted the job. On his first day, he stood before the wall of honor and read the names, from its first headmaster, Jiang Lin, to Mr. Sanshui, Professor Gong, Instructor Shui... Every name looked remarkably familiar.

Jiang Xun coughed softly. Well, this is a little embarrassing...

2. But he soon faced a genuine setback. After the cataclysm, knowledge had been severely disrupted. His teaching theories, combat experience, and guides to developing supernatural powers had all been left incomplete.

The academy's students treated those scattered quotes from the sages as gospel, poring over incomplete texts and reciting them day after day.

That would have been fine, except every single quote was only half there!!!

One day, a student stood in a pavilion holding Selected Sayings of Jiang Lin, raised his arms, and led a group in reciting: "Headmaster Jiang Lin once said, 'The essence of supernatural abilities lies in one's character, not one's power...'"

The students' faces were flushed with excitement as they read the words of the sages. Jiang Xun hesitated for a long time, then couldn't help adding, "There's another half to that quote: 'But if you have neither character nor power, you'd be better off going home to farm.'"

The whole crowd fell silent. The students turned to him in unison. "Who are you?"

Jiang Xun smiled faintly. "Your new lecturer for supernatural theory."

In the days that followed, the students noticed something odd about their new lecturer, Mr. Jiang.

Everything he taught matched the fragments in the ancient books perfectly, as if he had the complete texts memorized.

The supernatural techniques he demonstrated on a whim overturned the textbook theories, yet were a hundred times more effective.

His comments on their assignments often crossed out a few lines and said, "I already explained this before."

More absurdly, he even knew the personal habits of the sages.

"Mr. Sanshui actually hated tea. He liked cola, but there wasn't any back then."

"Professor Gong made that rule because one student annoyed him. It had nothing to do with studying."

"Headmaster Jiang Lin? Oh, he's... perfect. His only flaw is that he occasionally forgets which secret identity he's using."

The students: "??? How do you know that?!"

Jiang, who had forgotten his secret identity again, Xun, answered without changing expression: "It's in the history books."

The students believed him! After all, he really was incredibly capable.

3.

In one month, Jiang Xun took the class at the bottom of the rankings to first place in its grade.

In three months, the textbooks he revised were adopted throughout the school.

In six months, Wanxiang Academy rose from the bottom of the rankings to the top ten.

In one year, Wanxiang Academy reclaimed the number one spot.

The entire supernatural world went wild with rumors that, a thousand years later, Wanxiang Academy had produced another genius, one who might be even more talented than the dozen or so geniuses before him! His teaching was unbelievably good. How did he do it?!

Only Jiang Xun knew that all he had done was rewrite the things he'd written himself a thousand years ago.

Just as the academy's fame was spreading and influential families and officials were clamoring to get their children admitted, the sky changed color and the void trembled. An indescribable being, so vast that it made souls shudder, slowly descended above the academy.

It was the legendary ancient evil god, which had disappeared into the river of history a thousand years ago and now returned to the world.

The students turned pale and gripped their weapons, ready to shout about bonds and passion before charging to their deaths.

Jiang Xun had just finished grading assignments and was walking past when he paused at the sight of the towering figure blocking out the sky. Looking closer, he saw a ton of cola in its left hand and a whole truckload of Moutai in its right.

Jiang Xun stood with his hands behind his back, shook his head, and sighed. "Little Cthulhu, a thousand years have passed, and you still know how to work the room."

Everyone who heard Lecturer Jiang: ???!

The evil god silently set its gifts by the door: ...

[Bonus scene]

One day, the System finally got back online. After staying up all night looking through its Host's past mission records, it fell silent.

"Host, you... built an academy all by yourself?"

"Mm."

"And ran it for a thousand years?!"

"Mm."

"And also happened to suppress five evil gods, hundreds of world-ending supernatural entities, and tens of thousands of panic-level anomalies???"

"One of those three evil gods was pretty reasonable. The one who brought the gifts earlier." Jiang Xun thought for a moment, then added, "The other four are still locked beneath the academy. Want to go see them? Two of them look pretty distinctive."

The System, knocked out by the shock: "...I need to reboot."

The blurb was written on June 11, 2026, and a screenshot has been saved as proof.

Theme: The greater your abilities, the greater your responsibilities