I was in the middle of recording for my new YouTube channel when I heard a sudden knock on the door. Before I could react, a pan flew towards me. I dodged it easily, knowing exactly who threw it.

"Mom!" I groaned, but it was too late. She stood in the doorway, arms crossed. “You’re not sick, you’re just lazy,” she snapped. It was the first day of my second year of high school, and I had told her I wasn’t feeling well, hoping to stay home. But clearly, recording a video blew my cover.

Truth is, I don’t care about school. My dream is to be an influencer, stay at home, snack all day, and game. But because my magic power level hit 2000 when I turned 15, I was forced to attend Meldo’s Academy—where the world’s top-ranked heroes are discovered. Not that I cared. My last video, a detailed breakdown of magic and hero rankings, only got 1000 views. It seemed no one was interested in hearing how much I didn’t care about being a hero.

Still, I dragged myself out of bed the next morning, hopped on my magic power bicycle, and reluctantly went to school. The bike worked on basic magic laws—just channel magic into the tires, and they roll. Meldo’s was prestigious, but I found it boring. The classrooms weren’t much better this year, although the students had leveled up. Some new faces, like Amle and Sasa, caught my eye. Both were princesses, which meant their magic power levels were over 5000. They were the type of people that everyone idolized—and resented.

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I’d fallen for Amle last year. She had golden blonde hair, warm brown eyes, and a smile that could disarm you instantly. But in my world, being a "commoner" with a power level of just 2340 didn’t get you very far with royalty.

“Hey, what’s your name?” Amle suddenly turned and asked me.

I nearly jumped out of my seat. Wait… What? Did Amle, the Amle, just talk to me? But before I could say anything—

I woke up. Just a dream.

Back to reality, it was the fifth day of my second year. That day, a 90th-ranked world hero visited our school, and the whole place buzzed with excitement. There were magic shows, demonstrations from princes and princesses, all trying to outdo each other. The jealousy and whispers among the "commoners" were hard to miss. "Just because they’re born with more power doesn’t mean we’re worthless," one of my friends muttered.

I wanted to agree, but all I could do was stare at Amle, wondering if I’d ever have a chance.

Then something happened the next day that should never have…