The sun rose over the Royal Magic Academy with a calm serenity that was, quite frankly, false advertising.
Birds chirped, the fountains glistened and a professor was being dragged into a bush by sentient vines because he accidentally failed one of Lilia's cultists. Typical Monday.
Rei stepped onto campus with the thousand-yard stare of a man who had not slept in two nights.
He adjusted his satchel, nodded politely to the group of girls dueling behind the school statue with enchanted rulers, and muttered, "Maybe today will be normal."
The [System] immediately disagreed.
[Daily Luck Roll: 2/100]
[System Remark: Hahahahahahaha.]
[Prediction: You will not survive the next twelve hours with pants intact.]
"...I hate everything about my life," Rei said as he stepped into the courtyard.
The moment he did, a magical explosion sounded by the riverbank. A stream of glittery smoke rose into the air like a signal flare—no, like a declaration of war.
