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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 21 - Three Days Before The King's Game, Day 2 (2)

"Ngah!"

I woke up with a less-than-ladylike groan, well into the day, just two days before the King's Game. I forced my bleary eyes open and rubbed them groggily before dragging myself out of bed. Heading to the bathroom, I caught sight of a disheveled woman in her underwear staring back at me in the mirror, and a bedhead so wild it could qualify as a natural disaster. Needless to say, it was me. I wasn't exactly the epitome of ladylike behavior even in my own world, but ever since finding myself transported to this unfamiliar realm for reasons unknown, my unrefined nature seemed to have been amplified.

"Well, no point in pretending to be a lady now. Too late for that," I muttered, examining my reflection with a resigned sigh. My face wore its usual sullen expression, not because I was particularly downcast, but because that's just how it looked by default.