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Eileen Caldwell had always been the epitome of a laid-back individual. From her early years to her teens, her passion for leisure rivaled that of any professional napper. School was merely a necessary inconvenience, and she found herself comfortably situated at the bottom of her class hierarchy, much to the chagrin of her teachers and the bemusement of her peers.

However, all of this changed on her 18th birthday signaling her transition into adulthood, a mysterious system was activated, one that would upend her world of sloth and slumber. Gone were the days of lounging around without consequence; instead, Eileen found herself thrust into a destiny she could scarcely have imagined.

This newly activated system, with its stern mandate against idleness, revealed to Eileen her true potential: she was destined to become one of the most formidable mages the world had ever seen. No longer could she while away the hours in blissful ignorance; instead, she was called upon to harness her latent magical abilities and rise to the challenge that lay before her.

Become a top mage at all costs

Thalira moved swiftly, the shadows coiling around us like protective sentinels as she carried me back toward the campus. Each step she took was firm and deliberate, her aura of power a stark contrast to the gentle way she held me.

I could feel her heartbeat against my body, a steady rhythm that somehow calmed the storm of emotions swirling within me.

"Thalira," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart and the exhaustion weighing down on me. "What... what happened back there?"

"Rest, Eileen," Thalira replied, her tone soft yet commanding. "You need to conserve your strength."

"But—" I tried to protest, but Thalira's grip tightened slightly, a silent insistence that I obey. I let my head rest against her shoulder, too tired to argue further.

What is the perfect match system?