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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 · แฟนตาซี
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Chapter 70 - Plain To Beautiful (3)

"Your transformation," Miss Trill added, her tone just as direct.

Transformation? What the hell were they talking about?

"T-Transformation into what?" I stammered, my confusion evident.

"Oh, you silly thing," Miss Titania chuckled softly, a hint of condescension in her smile. "Leon told you to come here, didn't he? He asked us to help you."

"B-But..." I fumbled for words, still unsure what any of this meant.

"Don't worry, Ella," a familiar voice cut through my thoughts, smooth and firm. I spun around to find Mr. Leon standing there, leaning casually against the doorframe. "It's not like we're going to hurt you or anything. We're just going to turn you into what you came here to be."

"I..." My gaze dropped, my hands gripping the edge of my skirt. I couldn't control the trembling in my fingers.

"That's quite ungraceful," Professor Gabrielle's voice snapped like a whip. "Stop fiddling with your skirt like that."