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The World Is Mine For The Taking

Please note that this work of fiction is not safe for work (NSFW). It contains words, scenes, and phrases not suitable for audiences below 18. Be aware. 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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526 Chs

Chapter 73 - Take Back The Capital (2)

Random Adventurer's POV

"Hey, everyone! Did you see that stream?!" shouted one of the adventurers, practically crashing through the front doors of the guild hall. His voice echoed, instantly grabbing everyone's attention.

"Yeah, you're late, dumbass," one of my companions replied, already clad head to toe in battle-worn gear that looked built for war. His armor glinted under the dim lights, each dent and scratch telling its own story. "We're all here, gearing up for the fight."

"Wait, everyone's already ready?"

"Right as I saw the Princess bow to us, I couldn't sit still," he said, his voice heavy. "I grabbed my sword in the dead of night and came straight here. Didn't expect to find so many old-timers suited up, either. But here we are." He gestured around the room, where seasoned adventurers in well-worn armor tightened straps, checked blades, and shared grim nods.