Iâm literally so low, Iâm considering asking the floor to be my best friend. Solid, reliable, always there for me. Honestly, itâs already doing a better job than most people in life.
Meanwhile, Donny-oh, Donny is out there being a prodigy. A literal Saint-rank mage at 12 years old? That guyâs a walking cheat code. Iâm 17 and I canât even figure out how to boil rice without creating a small house fire. Lifeâs not fair, but hey, who needs fairness when youâve gotâ¦Uh whatever it is that Iâve got.
Then it happens. Donny, decides to show off by summoning a literal storm . The air started crackling and Iâm pretty sure the sky is reconsidering its life choices. Meanwhile, Iâm standing here like, âYeah, no big deal,â while secretly praying not to die.
But one thingâs clear I want that power. The kind that makes the world take a step back and go, âWhoa, maybe we shouldnât call him a âdisasterâ anymore.â Yeah, I know what they say about me. Amon, the Calamity. Real creative, guys. Iâve got dreams, okay?
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So, I make a plan.
Step 1: Find treasure. Not just any treasure. The kind that makes you op like in those generic novel.
Step 2: Become stronger. Preferably with zero effort involved because hard work is overrated.
Step 3: Betray everyone who ever said my hair looked bad. (Still salty about that, by the way.)
Step 4: Steal stuff. But, like⦠donât get caught. I have my limits.
Step 5: Find a teacher. Not a good one just someone gullible enough to think Iâm trying.
Step 6: Somehow become a legend. Not sure how yet. Probably involves pretending I had morals all along.
No morals. No talent. Just vibes.
Also, can someone teach me how to cook? Seriously, the rice thing is getting embarrassing.