Everyday life with a sprinkle of magic

Tyla woke to the soft hum of morning traffic outside her window. Sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting golden streaks across her tiny apartment. For a moment, she lay still, staring at the ceiling, mind hazy from the events of last night.

The Astral World. The monsters. The soulmate bond.

A deep sigh escaped her lips. She still wasn't ready to deal with all that . Right now, what she needed was something normal—mundane, everyday things to ground herself.

With a stretch, she forced herself out of bed, pushing all lingering thoughts aside.

First things first—food.

Tyla tied her long hair into a loose bun and padded to the kitchen. Cooking was one of her few joys in life, and today, she was going all out.

A quick check of her fridge showed she still had eggs, flour, and a little milk left. Perfect. Pancakes it was.

She cracked the eggs, whipped up the batter, and poured it onto the heated pan. A delicious sizzle filled the air. The smell of buttery goodness soon followed. She quickly fried some bacon and brewed a fresh cup of coffee, the rich aroma making her stomach growl.

For the finishing touch, she sprinkled a bit of [Temperature Hold], a spell she had just learned from the Ultimate Household Spell Guide. The magic pulsed faintly as she willed it into action, ensuring her food would stay warm until she finished eating.

She sat at the tiny dining table, slicing into the fluffy pancakes. Sweet, buttery, and absolutely perfect. If the world was going to end soon, at least she'd have good food until then.

After breakfast, Tyla grabbed the laundry basket and flipped open the spellbook again.

[Wrinkle-Free Fabric] – No need to iron.

[Dirt Repelling Enchantment] – Less frequent washing.

[Freshness Lock] – Clothes would smell freshly washed for weeks.

She stared at the descriptions, her lips twitching. Magic was truly a modern housewife's dream.

System 111 fluttered beside her, hands on its tiny hips. "See? See?! I told you it was a great reward! Lady Boss, you doubted me!"

Tyla gave the pixie a side-eye. "You mean the 'newlywed survival manual'? Yeah, I totally judged too soon."

The system puffed out its chest proudly. "Apologies accepted!"

Rolling her eyes, Tyla flicked her fingers, activating Wrinkle-Free Fabric. A soft shimmer spread over the clothes. The moment she hung them up, the wrinkles smoothed out like they had just been professionally pressed.

Her eyebrows shot up. "Okay… that's actually impressive."

She cast Dirt Repelling Enchantment next, testing it by sprinkling a bit of flour on a shirt. The powder slid right off, leaving the fabric spotless.

System 111 beamed. "Now say it, Lady Boss! Say the magic words!"

Tyla smirked. "…This is life-changing."

The pixie cheered, spinning in the air. "You're finally seeing the truth! Housework magic is the future!"

By noon, her entire apartment sparkled without her lifting a finger. Dust had vanished, the floors gleamed, and even her tiny windows looked brand new.

Tyla placed her hands on her hips, surveying her work. "Okay, I admit it—this is actually useful. But don't get any ideas, System. I'm not about to turn into some perfect little housewife."

System 111 nodded eagerly. "Of course! Lady Boss is a mighty sorceress! But a mighty sorceress with a very clean home!"

Tyla groaned.

After cleaning the apartment, Tyla opened the system interface, eager to see her updated stats.

 [Host]

Name: Tyla

Mana: 180

Rank: Novice Witch (Stage 2)

Skills:

Astral Projection

Astral Cloak (Passive)

Purification

Household Spells

System Points: 5,150

Her mana had reached 180 …. She had gained 100 mana as a direct reward for saving Arthur in the astral world, 50 mana for successfully learning [Astral Projection], and another 30 mana through a combination of steady cultivation and system-provided mana boosters.

As for her system points, she had earned a massive 5,000 points for rescuing Arthur . Additionally, she received 100 points for mastering [Astral Projection] and 50 points for learning the [Mana Cultivation Method].

Seeing her progress brought a small sense of accomplishment. She had started with nothing, but now, she was growing stronger.

Her eyes moved to her Inventory. Right now, her storage space was only 2m x 2m x 2m—not enough for food and supplies. That needed to change.

Tyla navigated the Shop and quickly found what she needed:

[Space Enlargement Stone – 100 Points]

She tapped on the item description, her eyes scanning the details.

An enchanted stone infused with spatial magic. Each stone increases the system inventory by 2m × 2m × 2m. Stackable.

A surge of excitement ran through her. Expanding her inventory was crucial—having more storage meant she could stockpile food, supplies, and even weapons without worrying about space. At just 100 points per stone, it was a bargain, considering how useful it would be.

Her gaze flickered to her 5,150 system points. She could afford a few of these stones without hesitation. Survival came first.

Without hesitation, she spent 500 points to purchase five stones, bringing her space to a much larger 12m x 12m x 12m.

"…Now that's more like it."

Feeling accomplished, she decided to head out for supplies.

But first—getting ready.

Instead of manually doing her makeup, Tyla flipped through the spellbook and found a Minor Beauty Spell.

With a flick of her fingers, a soft pulse of magic spread over her. Her long black hair smoothed into glossy waves, cascading elegantly down her back. Her skin glowed, flawless and porcelain-like, making her delicate features look almost ethereal. A soft tint of pink kissed her lips, giving them a natural, rosy hue. Even the faint tiredness in her eyes vanished, replaced by a refreshed, captivating charm.

System 111 gasped dramatically. "Host! You're so pretty! Like a fairy princess! No, like a goddess!"

Tyla arched a brow, amused. "Oh? And I wasn't before?"

The little pixie flailed its tiny hands. "N-No! You were! But now it's, like… enhanced! Magic-level pretty!"

Tyla chuckled and turned her attention to her clothes. "Let's take this a step further."

Murmuring a Transfiguration Spell, she watched as her oversized home shirt and loose sweatpants shimmered, the fabric twisting and reshaping itself. The worn-out material refined into a chic, short pink dress that hugged her curves just right, its silky texture flowing lightly with each movement. Her plain house slippers stretched and shifted, transforming into a pair of elegant heeled sandals. Even the simple hair tie on her wrist morphed into a thin silver bracelet, while the small studs in her ears reshaped into delicate crystal earrings.

With a satisfied glance in the mirror, she admired the effortless elegance the spell had granted her.

System 111 clasped its hands together, eyes sparkling. "Host looks so stylish! Are you planning to dazzle everyone with your beauty?"

Tyla shot it a dry look. "It's just a shopping trip, not a runway show."

Still, as she gave herself one last glance, a satisfied smile tugged at her lips. "I should've learned magic sooner."

With a flick of her hair, she grabbed her bag and stepped out. Time to stock up for the apocalypse.

Tyla walked down the bustling street, her heels clicking softly against the pavement. Heads turned as she passed—men stealing glances, women eyeing her outfit, some even murmuring among themselves. She wasn't oblivious to it. The Minor Beauty Spell was clearly doing its job a little too well.

System 111 giggled in her ear. "Host, you're dazzling! Like a princess from a hidden kingdom!"

Tyla rolled her eyes, adjusting the strap of her bag. "If I were, I wouldn't have to budget my apocalypse supplies."

Stepping into the nearest supermarket, she grabbed a basket and navigated the aisles with purpose. Instant noodles, grains, canned meat, dried fruit—she selected only what her budget allowed. In an ideal world, she'd clear entire shelves, but reality demanded restraint. Every coin spent here was one less for the system, where points could be used for magic and survival tools.

Soon, money would lose its meaning in the chaos of the coming apocalypse.

Still, this was a start.

Next, she made her way to a clothing store, ignoring the trendy displays and heading straight for the practical section. Thick jackets, gloves, sturdy boots—essentials for when the world inevitably fell apart.

System 111 let out a dramatic gasp.

Tyla smirked.

She took the items to the register, making sure to pick the most affordable options. When the cashier handed her the bags, she walked out, seemingly carrying them—but whenever no one was looking, she discreetly stored them into her newly expanded Inventory.

By the time she stepped out of the last store, her hands were empty, her bag light.

She exhaled, looking up at the sky.

This time, she'd be ready.