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The World Is Mine For The Taking

Leon was your typical guy, perceived as weak in his school because his skills hadn't awakened, even though they usually did at the coming of age. He attended the prestigious Milham's Magic Knight Academy, where snagging the top spot meant automatic entry into the esteemed position of a Magic Knight in the country. Unfortunately, Leon found himself in the lower caste, labeled the most useless student. To top it off, he was tossed into a class that served as a sanctuary for oddballs and delinquents. Yet, he couldn't care less, as becoming a Magic Knight wasn't his goal. Everything shifted when he crossed paths with Shredica, a woman hell-bent on becoming a Magic Knight at any cost. Observing Leon's lack of ambition and his apparent detachment from the academy's pursuits, Shredica saw an opportunity. She decided to exploit him as a pawn in her ascent through the academy's hierarchy. Yet, unbeknownst to Shredica, Leon was not the complacent, unremarkable figure she presumed him to be.

Boredsushi · Fantasy
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220 Chs

Chapter 29 - Game's Reward (1)

Shredica's POV

"Chihara-san"

It felt like someone was calling out a name, pulling me out of a nap. But it wasn't just any name—it felt like mine, even though I'd never heard it before. It was familiar, so much so that it felt like it belonged to me.

I lifted my eyelids and found myself in a place vastly different from the worlds I knew. Wherever this place was, it was unlike any I'd ever seen. I had no memories of it, yet it felt oddly familiar—as if I'd lived here once before.

Slowly, my hazy vision began to clear. I saw billowing white curtains, a silver window frame, and old, faded glass. Outside, leaves rustled in the breeze, the sky painted with the hues of a setting sun, jet streams trailing lazily across the sky.

I sat up, inhaling dusty air, and noticed the back of someone in what looked like a uniform standing before a dark-green chalkboard. An eraser slid across its surface, wiping away the white chalk words.