The World seems Realistic but Why do I have a Leveling System?

Yuna's POV

After running away from the trouble that might become bigger due to me being there, I let out a sigh without holding back. I don't know when was it, but there will always be trouble when I'm at school. People that I talk to is either ended up joining my fan club(didn't know I had one) or they would be sweep aside by my fans. Once, I wondered and asked them why they keep saying I'm their goddess or whatnot, but I have more or less given up on that now. They were too persistent.

I was born into a loving family who loves and treasures me a lot. My parents are not poor but couldn't be said to be rich either. They have enough money to spent lavishly from time to times, after all.

My mom is a housewife while my dad works as a manager of a Fashion Company. He earns enough to support a family of four without working day and night tirelessly. And since I'm the only daughter they have, they always spoil me. I didn't become a person who is rotten in their core due to being spoiled too much is because of my mother's teaching.

When I entered high school, I was already a hardworking student who score top academics. Whenever I had free time, I would use it to study. But I was stopped by my mother when I went too far to the point that I have no hobby or such. Mother said that I should take a break from time to times in order to let my brain digest the studies fully. If I keep on doing it without a stop, eventually I might break, that was what she said.

I asked my friends regarding how they spent their free time and learned a lot from them. Some of them spent their time submerge in laziness, while some went outside to either play around or shopping with all their might. I had tried everything except the lazy part since it was not in my nature.

When I was in school, I accidentally overheard that someone was bad-mouthing their classmate. It was something about how this girl could spend all the times in her hobby, and because of that, she fell behind in her grades. It seemed that the girl doesn't have any friends in her class. No one talks to her due to her hobby, and some even bully her for it. It was infuriating that such people have so much time that they use it to bully people instead of doing something productive.

That girl didn't do anything nor cause harm to the people who bully her; She did nothing wrong. It feels like they just bully her because she didn't say anything and the fact that her hobby is disgusting in their respective.

I tried talking to her once when I came across her on the streets. She was on her way to buy a comic(or manga in her case) from the bookstore. At first, she was nervous that a pretty girl like me suddenly started talking to her. I'm not being narcissistic here; I know how my look could cause trouble because I have experienced it a lot. But once she knows that I'm a good person, her smile didn't seem to be awkward anymore. She didn't look as bad as what the others in her class said.

In fact, she was quite the natural beauty herself. But since she didn't take care of herself nor even trying to put effort into it, no one noticed it until now. After getting to know her more, I found that we seem to have been clicked. And before long, she started to introduce me to her hobby. She seems to enjoy reading fiction about a fantasy world where a supernatural being exists. Even I had to agree that such a world is indeed cool after getting to know all sorts of stuff.

Once my classmates heard the rumor of me talking with her, they worriedly ask if something happened, but I just smiled at them in response. She seems to be conscious of being friends with me and tried to avoid talking to me in public, but I disregard it. And one day, someone actually dares to cause trouble to her by saying things like how ugly duckling trying to be a swan by getting to know a real swan.

At first, I thought she was fine, but after a few days, I started to notice that she seems to be trying to put a distance of herself from me. When that one time that I accidentally heard she was muttering to herself how ugly she is, I couldn't hold myself and went to her. And within a few weeks, her classmates were surprised by her shocking transformation. In their conscious, the ugly duckling suddenly turned into a beautiful swan. That was how outrageous it is.

But I was not surprised at all since it was because of me that such transformation possible. I only gave her the beauty plan that I used and told her to follow it no matter what, and she unwillingly complied. The girl was surprised when she looked at the mirror reflection of herself. To short it down, she became a belle.

I don't know when was it, but she started to worship me later after that. What did I do that it went wrong? I don't know. Anyway, I think that's enough of the backstory of my best friend. Let me tell you the reason why I brought it up.

One night, I was depressed about the ending of a story that I followed. I was unable to sleep and decide to take a walk to the park to clear up my mind. On my way there, I didn't meet anyone because it was late at midnight, obviously. Before I came near to the park, I could see a firework flying to the sky and explode as it paints the night with the glittering lights. I was surprised and thought who the weirdo that plays firework in midnight at the park was.

But then I noticed something shocking when I was getting closer to the weirdo. The firework that I saw previously was actually not a firework. It was fireball! A real magician's fireball! If I had my phone at that time, I would have been recording such a magical scene and save it in the deepest part of the folder. I would not be such idiots who post this type of thing online just to make money out of it. It would cause the public to be in the outrageous state while the government will likely try to 'ask' the person who posted it 'nicely' in a room. I had seen enough movie to know where it is going.

Maybe I should get to know that magician—no, wait. What would the magician do when someone accidentally saw him conjuring fireball in secret at midnight? I.. will be killed, right? The plan was immediately flush down the drain as I watched while hiding in a bush. When the fireball was conjured, she could see the real figure of the magician. It was surprisingly a girl.

I decided to walk away when the magical girl conjures the fourth fireball. Thankfully, I didn't get exposed or else. But even so, I didn't know that such magic exists in this materialistic world. If my best friend were in my place, I bet she would immediately run recklessly to the magical girl and ask for a contract.

I thought I would never see that magical girl anymore after that event. But that didn't stop me from trying to look for her, though. And what a shocking development, that magical girl was actually my senior in high school.

Her name is Sheila.

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