Introduction
I am Zuzka. I live in a universe where magic is considered basically everything. People are classified by magic. People do many tasks using magic and many more. Thereare many tournaments which help us to check our power out. Higher ranking magic users are usually considered royalties, and are the only ones who can become kings of the world. Yes, there are not countries. Instead, a single world. Ruled by one single king. More than 250 state royals protect a small or big kingdom regarding their capabilities, And at last there comes commoners who are basically just pawns of the world, they don't have many magical powers. So, you must think that thisworld must be awesome right??? Well, it kinda isn't. The tournaments I mentioned earlier? Well, they are always like this:
-50 royalties
-50 commoners
-Battle Royale
-Royalties win
-All of the commoners die because of the defeat!
Yeah. It's pretty bad. And this is the year I am going to get my magical powers. Wait, you must be thinking, "You get magical powers? Isn't it supposed to be born within you???". NOPE!!! We gain magic from some saints. That's why, the royal families get higher ranking magics while the commoners get the useless ones.
Life really isn't fair in here.
Today is the day, I will get my magical powers. I sure do hope it is a good one!









[Chapter  1: Getting my Magical Powers]
"The day has finally come. We will be getting our magical powers!!!"
"Shut up or I will kill you."
Said my bully, Chris. He is a bad guy to me and we were born in the same year.
"Whahaaad......Sorry, chris!!"
"Hmph………"
Then he walked away like a frickin' idiot. Oops, I probably shouldn't be saying that!
"Huh? Did you say something, gullible???", said Chris
"N---no..."
“Yeah. Seems Legit”
And then he walked away again…………. LIKE A FRICKIN’ LOSER!!
“I SWEAR I AM GONNA GET BETTER MAGIC THAN YOU, FRICKIN’ CHRIS” is what I said when chris was really far away.
“SHUT UP GULLIBLE!!!”, chris replied.
Oh yeah! Chris calls me Gullible to make fun of me. Lol that is a really bad name to be honest!
Then me and Chris finally made it to the place of the saints to get our magics. I went up to the registration place.
“Show me your hand. “
Said the receptionist.
“Oh. Ok!”
Then she scanned my hand from some kind of scanner and said this:
“Your number is 419”
“HOLY SHOOT! 419???? HOW MANY ARE THERE???” is what I said.
“Now you can go inside!”
“Thank you!”