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I sat on the edge of a crooked tree stump, kicking my legs lightly as I felt the rough bark scratch against my thighs.
The wind tugged at my white hair, long strands that fell down my back like a waterfall, messy and wild no matter how many times I tried to tie them.
Ughhh
My skin, although not ghostly-pale, seemed pretty white, and my face was the same stupid chestnut shape people used to pinch when I was a baby.
Black eyes, thick thighs, and no damn powers.
That was me.
Pixie.
The tagalong Chaos Baby.
And right now, I could physically taste how pissed Vayu was.
He ran back and forth like a caged animal, his jaw clenching and unclenching, shoes smashing the dead leaves beneath us.
His fists were curled so tight I half-expected blood to drip from his palms as I flicked open my system screen again, wincing.
[System Ranking]
No 1) Team A = 790 Points
No 2) Team B = 390 Points
No 3) Team C = 340 Points (us)
No 4) Team D – 280 Points
