A year ago

            In a famous private high school somewhere in the world, the school disciplinarian ranted on and on to a girl who appeared uninterested in his words.

The girl had the looks and body of a model. She was only an inch away from being six foot tall. The girl dyed her black hair red and let it reach all the way to her knees. With her thick and long eyelashes surrounding her round brown eyes, the girl’s face put many models to shame. Her skin was the lightest shade of brown. Even the school uniform could not conceal her bountiful breasts. In her country, the girl’s chest was considered H-cup. No other student in her school came close to matching her. Despite her muscular build, the girl prided in her body’s perfect balance between muscle strength and a girl’s softness. Due to her height, the skirt proved too short for her, revealing her healthy thighs for all to behold.

Kiwi POV

            “You are smart and pretty. If only you’d stop arguing with people already…” scolded the disciplinarian with a sigh as he held his hand on his head.

            “Yes… yes…” I replied lazily. When would this banter end…

            The disciplinarian approached me and said with a more considerate tone, “We are here to help you. Tell us if you are having any problems.”

            If people actually listened, I wouldn’t be here in the first place…

            Why was I here? I disagreed with a classmate’s opinion obviously. She insisted on reading my horoscope to which I declined. Since she insisted, I explained that I thought that horoscope was illogical and useless. Before long, it turned into an argument as she continued defending her beliefs even after I shut down all her points. In the end, I made her cry and reported me to the office. Of course, since I already had past records of arguing with my classmates, the office immediately disciplined me instead of actually investigating the events.

            People always let their emotions get the better of them during these arguments. In the end, it always resulted in them reporting me to authority about my misbehavior.

            The disciplinarian wasted half my day’s time with his senseless banter and fake concern. After I was finally released, I had already missed the rest of my classes. I returned to my classroom to pick up my belongings. Because they were still in the room, my presence incited cruel stares from the person I argued with and her friends. Not that I cared at all what they thought of me.

This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

            “I’m home!” I greeted as I finally returned home after half an hour of walking.

            Only silence replied to my greeting. Three years had passed since another person last entered this house.

            This house was Mother’s parting gift to me. It was small: only twice the size of an average dormitory. It looked even smaller due to how packed it was.

            I changed my clothes to prepare for work. I worked at night from seven to eleven in a convenience store. Due to my excellent performance and great looks, I quickly got promoted into the head of the salespeople. Fortunately, customers did not converse much with us, so I didn’t enter into any arguments. Of course, I frequently argued with my workmates as well, but they could not deny my performance and were forced to accept me.

            From midnight to two, I wrote on my blog for additional profit. Since people in the internet were quite argumentative, my writing about the arguments I had generated a lot of views. From two to four, I prepared for the lessons and examinations the day after.

            Only after that did I sleep. Of course, less than three hours of sleep was nowhere near healthy. While I did oversleep during weekends and holidays, they did not make up for the lack of sleep normally. Unfortunately, my only choice was to continue this lifestyle.

            I always had the option of whoring myself out to those rich old guys. With my looks, I would earn more money than average salary workers each day. However, I was unable to let go of a childish wish of mine. Even now, I still wished the same thing. I didn’t want wealth or fame, nor did I wish for my family problems to be solved or my personality to be fixed. All I wished for was to find one person: a person who would listen to my arguments; a person who would bring up valid points in his arguments; a person who would not let his emotions take control in arguments; a person who despite all our arguments would love me regardless.

            In Reality, I was a Metal Paladin who wielded only a shield and no weapon. I did this so that I could, for once, rely on someone else to do the main lifting for me. I was already tired of carrying myself to success in real life. Now, I would only help others do the carrying. It was not like defending was any easier than attacking. It was simply a psychological trick to fool myself to having no responsibility.

            Every time I made commitments with Parties, I ended up arguing with them in the end, so I chose to be a solo Player to be hired when needed. I never established any personal relationships with the Parties that hired me. I simply did my job and defended them with my life. The person I wished for did not appear even in Reality. In the end, the Players were the same as the people I knew—people who let their emotions get the better of them.