"What kind of bs is this world on about, uh? What does it mean I have been banned?!"

I did not believe my own eyes. It couldn't be, could it? Was I being punished because I lied about my death? Had the Goddess noticed and therefore removed my promised blessings? No, it couldn't be. She was so stupid.

Yet I could not deny that I had it harder than everyone else, and even when I forcefully gained my way into being able to use magic, I was immediately shut down as soon as I finished my first spell.

It could only mean that she knew. The Goddess had cursed me because I lied. She noticed that the files did not match my soul's signature and, therefore, removed all of my blessings and cursed me so I would be punished for my lies.

But come one! Even if that was the case, wasn't this punishment a little too harsh? I had already been alive for eight years, during which I had been diligently training for the last three. Wasn't that enough to earn my credits back?

I mean, sure, I lied and got reincarnated when I probably should've gone to hell, but I was a new person now; I had changed my ways already. I had become better! Dam you! You dumb Goddess!

Is there anything I can do to get unbanned? Can I wait it out, perhaps? No, that would be too hopeful; the message literally read "Permanently," which means forever and ever; it means that you're never getting unbanned.

"Waahhh!! Come on, please! I regret calling you a dumb Goddess! So please revoke my ban, oh great reincarnation Goddess I don't even know the name of! Please give me a second chance!"

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[Request denied.]

Ah, screw you then! You know what!? I don't need your stupid magic! I can fight with a sword if I train hard enough; it's not like magic is required for physical combat, right? Yeah, I'll show you!

Literally, the next day, my physical combat hopes were killed off by the PE teacher. In an important lesson, she explained how great warriors had always depended on magical powers to enhance their abilities, which meant I would also be useless!

Come on! That is just unfair! Why was this world so dependent on magic? The way this system was set up sucked! And it was clearly flawed. Whoever came up with it was for sure drunk.

Then a thought crossed my mind: you know what? So what if I can't use magic? So what if everyone says it's impossible to be a great warrior without it? I don't believe in it! I refuse to let that be my fate!

Yeah, that was right. I had made a promise when I got reincarnated into this new world: I would not be a loser anymore. I promised to be better.

Sure, I had what seemed like an impossible goal, but my diligence had forcefully gotten me a taste of power, so why can't I do it again?! If I keep training and trying every day, I might be able to forcefully get unbanned!

It is not the end of the road; at least, I refuse to believe it is. I should double down on my body and mind training regimen from today. I have already broken the barrier once, and it took me three years. So breaking the wall was not impossible!

I wished my parents were as positive because as soon as I returned home, they were waiting for me with "Great" news.

"How was your day, Bel?"

"It was normal, aside from the usual bullying. Why do you guys look like you're hiding something?"

"Anabel, your father found a good match for you once you come of age."

"Uh?! But I'm only eight."

"Well, you see, Bel. Usually, girls become adults at twelve."

Blyat! Why had no one taught me this information!? I knew that the laws of this world were different, but dam twelve? Was the mortality rate that bad?

I couldn't be so shocked, to be fair. Back in my world, the adult age was also lower during dark times when a lot of people were dying in massive wars and diseases. Still, twelve seemed a little too low, no?