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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 · Fantasia
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520 Chs

Chapter 13 - The Kidnapping Incident (7)

Shredica's POV

The fifth day of joint training had arrived, marked by the incessant ringing of a bell. I woke up, puzzled by the premature call. It wasn't time for roll call yet, so why were they summoning us now?

With a grumble, I dragged myself upright and checked the time. It wasn't even 8 yet; too early for the day to begin.

Sighing, I cleaned up and dressed in my uniform before heading to the large plain where the bell had been incessantly tolling. The sound felt like it was drilling into my ears, threatening to burst my eardrums. Some students were clutching their ears, trying to block out the noise, but it persisted relentlessly. They were probably ringing it to rouse everyone from their slumber.

Once all the students had gathered, grumbling as they stood bleary-eyed on the plain, the bell finally ceased. Bedheads, yawns, and drool adorned some, evidence of their interrupted sleep.