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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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311 Chs

Lydia

I woke up with sand in my mouth. Again. This desert was relentless, a cruel reminder that my sense of direction was about as reliable as a drunk homing pigeon. I spat out the grit, feeling like a cat coughing up a hairball. The sun was already glaring down at me, as if personally offended by my existence.

"Good morning to you too, you blazing ball of misery," I muttered, wiping the sand off my face. My clothes were sticking to me, caked in a lovely mix of sweat and sand. If this kept up, I'd turn into a human sandcastle by noon.

My stomach growled, a low, menacing rumble. Food. I needed food. But in a desert, finding food was like looking for a snowman in hell. I squinted at the horizon, hoping for some sign of life. Nothing but dunes. Great.

I trudged forward, the sand shifting under my feet like it was trying to trip me. Each step felt like a mile. "Just keep walking, Eileen," I told myself. "Maybe you'll find a mirage with a buffet."