My Isekai Life in Hard Mode

ANY MEANS

"Do I have to stand up and go up there?" he asked himself, his voice barely a whisper, almost lost in the vast auditorium.

He was rooted to his seat for a brief moment, gripped by an almost paralyzing hesitation. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, each beat echoing in his ears like a drum. The enormity of the task ahead weighed heavily on him, but he knew he couldn't let fear hold him back.

Summoning every ounce of willpower, he shook off the doubt and slowly rose to his feet. The sensation was almost dreamlike as if he were floating rather than walking, each step guided by an unseen force that carried him toward the stage with a surprising sense of resolve.

"I don't want to go up there," he thought, vividly recalling his middle school days. Back then, the mere idea of standing before the class to give a presentation filled him with dread.

He could still recall the clammy palms, the dry mouth, and the way his voice would tremble uncontrollably. And now, he was expected t