(BL) I teleported again and now all demons want me!

Plot comes banging you down

Inside the large training hall that reminded Eric of PE class during school, 20 students have assembled. Eric stood next to his friends as a strong and muscular man came flying in, "Class A, all here?"

"Yes," at once uniform shouts appeared.

"Good," the teacher nodded, "Good. Let's begin then. We'll do mock battles. The upcoming competition against the Laoir academy will be soon. You're the elite, so don't humiliate us, especially Elas, you are our ace, so do your best and crush them."

"Yes, sir," Eric answered.

Laoir academy? Another magic school?

Could Eric also use the map function? It would be handy to learn more about this world.

"Just ask me, host," the system's voice appeared. Wow, the system was actually trying to be helpful, how nice!

"For your information, host, class A is the highest-ranking class in this magic academy. The elite of the elite. This magic academy ranks the top 1 in this world, while Laoir is the top second. They're bitter rivals. Out of everyone here, you're the strongest."

"Oh?" Eric got excited. He didn't care about the battles but after being a fucking spiritual waste in the last story, Eric enjoyed being OP and the strongest.

"What's my power?" this was what Eric was the most curious about. The system stayed quiet for a while, making Eric's blood rise in anticipation.

"Elas, you go first!" the teacher interrupted Eric's excitement.

"I always wanted to fight against you!" a hot-headed male bumped his fists and grinned at Eric. How cliche, Eric rolled his eyes. A large ring was etched into the ground. A battle ring. Inside this circle, a magic friendly battle could take place.

"Like always, the first one to give up, immobilised or steps out of the ring, loses."

Eric and the guy stepped into the ring.

"System?" Eric asked in his head since the system still didn't tell Eric about his power.

"It's imagination," finally the system said with a sigh.

"Oh, so that's why you said to imagine?" no wonder, when Eric used his power, those pictures appeared. It made sense now.

"How does it work?"

"Just imagine anything that's within the applicable laws of the universe."

"I see," Eric said to his opponent who formed an icicle in the air, "So if I imagine him to lay flat on the ground, not being able to move, it works?"

"Of course, that's why you're the strongest."

"Hah!" Eric found something great, a small nasty hidden smile spread on his face.

To appear as cool as possible, Eric only glanced at the guy indifferently and said, "Kneel."

At the same time he imagined a force pushing the guy down and destroying his magic and as expected, on Eric's command, in an instant, the guy fell to his knees with a loud thud and his circle disintegrated into fine dust. The guy could neither move nor speak, all he could do was let his eyes dart around the ground.

"Wow," Eric quietly whistled. This was really too fucking OP.

If Eric read a story like this as an editor- INSTEAD BURN THE AUTHOR!

But since he was the MC, the easier his life was made, the more he appreciated it. Screw the editors and readers who didn't understand the pain and suffering of the characters!