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Become a top mage at all costs

Eileen Caldwell had always been the epitome of a laid-back individual. From her early years to her teens, her passion for leisure rivaled that of any professional napper. School was merely a necessary inconvenience, and she found herself comfortably situated at the bottom of her class hierarchy, much to the chagrin of her teachers and the bemusement of her peers. However, all of this changed on her 18th birthday signaling her transition into adulthood, a mysterious system was activated, one that would upend her world of sloth and slumber. Gone were the days of lounging around without consequence; instead, Eileen found herself thrust into a destiny she could scarcely have imagined. This newly activated system, with its stern mandate against idleness, revealed to Eileen her true potential: she was destined to become one of the most formidable mages the world had ever seen. No longer could she while away the hours in blissful ignorance; instead, she was called upon to harness her latent magical abilities and rise to the challenge that lay before her.

K_Mopo · LGBT+
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She was kidnapped

The day was finally here. I couldn't believe it. Aurelia and Lydia were being presented as each other's perfect match. Of all the ridiculous things this world could throw at us, this had to be the most absurd. I could hardly keep a straight face just thinking about it.

"Stand still, Lise!" the old woman barked, jabbing me in the ribs with her bony finger. She was the head tailor of the demon realm's elite guard, known for her strictness and complete lack of humor. "This is a formal event, and you will look presentable if it kills you."

"Yes, ma'am," I muttered, rolling my eyes. The old bat was relentless, fussing over every crease and seam as if her life depended on it. She shoved me into a suit that felt about three sizes too small, the fabric stiff and scratchy against my skin.

"How the hell am I supposed to breathe in this thing?" I complained, trying to stretch my arms. The suit was so tight I felt like I was being suffocated by a very angry octopus.