At the age of 12 in this alternate world, my parents sent me to the prestigious Magical Heroes Academy. Thanks to my unparalleled luck, I breezed through the entrance exam, even with a blank answer sheet, securing a place in the elite class.

On the first day of academy, as I walked through the bustling halls, two bullies targeted me, thinking I was an easy mark. Knowing their actions were futile against me, I simply ignored their taunts. That's when Atlas Williams, a formidable figure with muscles to match his confidence, stepped in, believing I needed rescuing.

"I am the strongest person in this academy," Atlas declared, his tone earnest yet comically serious.

"Sure, you are," I replied with a hidden smirk, fully aware of the reality. "What's your name, kid?" he asked, trying to assert dominance.

"I'm Zane Bliss," I answered, struggling to contain my amusement at his exaggerated bravado. "And you?"

"Atlas. Atlas Williams," he boomed, his voice echoing in a self-imposed grandeur that only added to the amusement. Despite his seriousness, I found myself chuckling inwardly.

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And just like that, Atlas became my first friend in the academy.

On the day of seat selection, luck smiled upon me once again as I ended up seated right next to Atlas. "What a coincidence, Zane. Now we're neighbors," Atlas remarked, oblivious to the unseen forces at play.

As the days passed, the class teacher announced upcoming student-president elections, sparking a wave of anticipation among the students.

When the election week arrived, neither Atlas nor I participated, knowing well enough the outcome if we did. However, fate had other plans in store.

During an evening stroll with Atlas, a girl named Ember Sullivan collided with him, sending her tumbling to the ground. Startled, Atlas muttered something about his aversion to girls and hastily retreated. I stepped in to help Ember up, little knowing that this encounter would unravel unexpected twists.

The next day, while practicing swordsmanship atop the academy building, Ember slipped, only to be caught by Atlas in a reflexive gesture. In his panic, Atlas flung her towards me before darting away, leaving behind a scene that appeared as if I had heroically saved Ember from a fall. Little did I realize that this ignited Ember's admiration, thanks to a stroke of luck that spun a tale of false heroism.