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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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The demon killer ?

The boy looked no older than twelve, with wide, frightened eyes and clothes that were torn and dirty. His hands shook as he clutched a piece of parchment, his knuckles white from the strain. We led him to a chair, and he sat down, his body visibly trembling.

"What's your name?" Lise asked gently, crouching down to his level.

"I'm Jorin," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I need your help. My village... it's been attacked by demons."

Zaya leaned forward, her expression serious. "Tell us everything, Jorin. What happened?"

Jorin swallowed hard, his eyes darting around the room as if expecting another attack at any moment. "It started a few days ago. Strange creatures began appearing at night, attacking our homes, taking people. My father... he tried to fight them, but they... they took him too."

My heart ached for the boy, and I could see the same sorrow mirrored in Lise's eyes. "Where is your village?" I asked.