"I WISH I WAS A WIZARD!"Salix shouted, slamming his fist on the bedside table. Bottles of medicine toppled over like bowling pins.
And at that exact moment—
[DING]
A mechanical voice echoed in his head."📣 SYSTEM ACTIVATED"
"What the—?" Salix muttered. "Mom? Are you in the room?"
His hospital room was dark and silent. He quickly flicked on the bedside lamp and scanned the corners.
Welcome to the Harry Potter world.
The voice was soft. Cute. Female. Definitely not his mom.
Salix blinked. "Okay, guess I'm dead. That's cool."
You're not dead yet, sir.
"...Oh."Wait."WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'YET'?"
You're still alive. And as promised, I'm here to assist you.
"Promised? Who are you? Why can't I see you?"
I'm your supporter—SYSTEM. Call me Mimi. I'm here to guide you through this world. Since you're weak and, well… not from here, I'll grant you powers after you complete certain tasks.
"...You're talking like this is some game. What the hell is happening?"
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Suddenly, a thunderbolt of pain smashed through his skull.
"AAAHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY HEAD?!"
He clutched his head— forgetting his left hand
"OH SHIT, MY HAND!"The pain was so bad, he thought even Voldemort would've been a better option.
"System, am I dreaming?! WHAT IS THIS PLACE?"
You're about to experience a flashback. Enjoy.
FLASHBACK: Oliver's POV
The sunlight punched him right in the face.
"AHHH!" Oliver groaned.
There are exactly two things in life that are the worst:
first 1. Spending all your energy, time, dick
aaa... i mean dream dream, on someone who dumps you and blames you for it.
2. Waking up needing to pee when your bed feels like a damn cloud.
'Why don't I just close the damn curtain at night?!'He kept his eyes closed, already sweating like crazy in the 45-degree summer heat.
"Ughhh, I hate this," he groaned.
Parentless life? Check.Barely surviving on student loans? Check.Apartment that charges a kidney for rent? Double check.
He dragged himself out of bed using what little strength he had left from working night shifts and day jobs.
Creak... creak...
Three weak steps later, he yanked the curtain shut.
"SHHRRIPPP!"
my house is so luxurious that i feel like living in movie.
movie name LILLIPUT
flopping back onto his bed that was now soaked in sweat.(Just sweat. Not pee. Let's be clear.)
Suddenly—BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
That alarm. That cursed alarm. Second only to his landlord in terms of pure evil.
"What time is it?" he mumbled.
He looked.And immediately screamed, "EIGHT AM?!"
He bolted out of bed, shoved two slices of bread into the toaster, and raced toward the washroom—But his foot had other plans.
"SQUISH—WHOOSH!"
Banana peels.Nature's comedy weapon."YOOOoooooo—AHHH!"
He skidded across the floor and smacked into the washroom door like a slapstick cartoon.
8:30 AM
Oliver crammed a textbook into his half-broken bag. The zipper was hanging on for dear life.
"My life is just struggle after struggle," he grumbled.If he had a good day, he knew karma was cooking something worse.
He stood at the bus stop like every morning. Bored. Half-awake.
Then he saw her.
An old lady. Easily in her 80s. Crossing the road, slowly tapping a stick on the pavement.
Red light. Empty street.
'Why do old people go out alone?! Can't their kids help?'
He wasn't heartless. Just traumatized by near-death experiences caused by sweet grannies.
'YOOOO'
THE bus was coming on its best speed towards the old lady, i scream my vocal cord out
"HEYYYY LOOK HERE OLD GRANDMA"
The old lady kept walking. Same at speed. 0.3 meters per second.
"Is she ignoring me?!"
"No... she's deaf," came a croaky voice behind me.
i turned a look at the old man standing behind me, i ask him
"HOW DO YOU KNOW?"
"Because I'M HER HUSBAND."
(ಠ_ಠ) ← Oliver's exact expression.
I didn't waste another second. He sprinted across the road.
"VRRRRRMMM!"The truck's roar echoed behind him.
I reached her, But i had no energy nor time to play dumbsharas or any sign language with her I bent down to grab her.
AND
"HHHNNNRRGGHHH—" THUD!"Huff… puff… lady, what did you EAT?!"
I was 6 feet tall, 40kg, had never seen the inside of a gym, and my toxic thought, thought I could lift her like a feather.
"OKAY OKAY, ONE MORE TRY—COME ONNNN!"
Muscles shaking. Stomach cramping. Knees screaming.
Finally—he lifted her!
And then—
"BWAAAMP!"
The truck was right behind me.
In sheer panic, i threw the granny to the side road like a sack of potatoes.
And then—
EVERYTHING WENT WHITE.
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