A warm wind blew across the academy grounds, swirling banners, dust, and nervous energy everywhere.
Today was graduation day.
Not the emotional kind where people cry and hug.
This was the awakening exam—the day students received their job class and basically found out whether life was going to be easy, hard, or straight-up cursed.
In this world, you don't grind randomly to discover your career. You awaken it.
Your job class depended on your knowledge, skills, and most importantly—your desire.
That was why teachers kept yelling the same thing every year:
"Keep your head clean! Focus on your dream job!"
Dray Lake stood in line, waiting for his turn.
Well… standing was a generous word.
His posture was wrong. Knees slightly bent. Body stiff. He kept shifting his weight from one leg to the other like a malfunctioning NPC.
Sweat rolled down his temple.
This was bad.
No—this was critical.
Dray had dreamed of one thing his whole life.
A Logia-type power.
!!!NOTICE: THIS WORLD IS MASHUP OF EVERYTHING!!!
Turning into an element. Becoming untouchable. Absolute freedom. Ever since he learned about Devil Fruit users, that dream had never changed.
Just hold it in, he told himself.
Five minutes. I awaken. Then I run to the toilet.
Unfortunately, his stomach had its own plans.
In front of him, his best friend Rhyss walked onto the stage.
The vice-principal raised his staff and activated the awakening orb—a floating crystal sphere glowing softly.
Rhyss placed his hands on it.
The orb lit up.
The big screen behind the stage flashed.
JOB CLASS: SUSHI CHEF
People are all excited and cheering. Because it's a normal human job class. Yes, regular job are rear than super powers in here.
"Hey, that's solid."
"Food jobs always make money."
The vice-principal nodded approvingly and patted Rhyss on the shoulder.
"A respectable profession. With effort, you'll live comfortably."
Rhyss grinned and walked back, pumping his fist at Dray.
"You're next, Logia legend!"
Dray tried to smile back.
What came out was pain.
"Next," the vice-principal said.
"Dray Lake."
Dray walked onto the stage very carefully, like every step was a calculated risk.
Rhyss was cheering from the back. "Don't screw it up!"
"I'm fighting demons right now," Dray muttered.
He reached the orb and placed his hands on it.
Logia, he thought desperately.
Logia. Element. Intangible. Freedom—
A sharp internal warning hit him.
His mind went blank.
No dreams.
No ambition.
Only one thought.
Control it.
Don't let it out.
The orb reacted instantly.
Its color shifted.
Not gold.
Not white.
But a deep, glossy brown.
The crowd leaned forward.
The screen flickered.
Then the job class appeared.
Big. Bold. Brutal.
JOB CLASS: SHIT MASTER
Silence.
Then—
"…WHAT?"
"IS THAT REAL?"
"NO WAY THAT'S A JOB—"
Laughter exploded.
People pointed. People doubled over. Someone started clapping.
"Human toilet!"
"LOOK AT HIM!"
The chant started small.
Then spread.
"HU-MAN-TOI-LET!"
"HU-MAN-TOI-LET!"
Dray stood there, face burning.
All those years.
All that dreaming.
Gone.
He clenched his fists.
In frustration, humiliation, and pure emotional damage, he muttered—
"Let a shitty meteor befall this gathering."
The sky went silent.
Wind stopped.
The chanting died mid-word.
"What…?" someone whispered.
Then the clouds twisted.
A massive brown mass formed high above the academy, burning as it fell.
A shit meteor.
People screamed.
The vice-principal panicked.
"This is an emergency situation!"
He activated his skill transformation.
Light exploded around him as he transformed—
Into Magical Girl Pink.
Short-sleeved frilly dress.
Pink skirt.
Body hair proudly exposed.
Every ounce of fat on display.
Zero dignity.
He struck a dramatic pose and fired a beam of pink light.
"HARMONY BEAM!"
The beam hit the meteor.
The meteor exploded.
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The blast covered the academy.
Shit rained everywhere.
Faces.
Hair.
Mouths.
Eyes.
Uniforms.
Inside uniforms.
The stench was unreal.
Some students vomited instantly.
Some screamed and cried.
Some fainted on the spot.
A few just stood there, broken, covered head to toe.
Dray instinctively raised a hand.
"Rhyss—"
A brown glow wrapped around his friend.
Blessing of Shit.
Rhyss stood completely clean, staring in horror as chaos unfolded around him.
"BRO WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?"
People ran.
To fountains.
To the swimming pool.
To showers.
To lakes.
Anywhere with water.
The academy became a warzone of screaming, slipping, vomiting students.
High-level magical sensors activated.
Emergency alerts spread.
Above Dray's head, glowing runes appeared.
DISASTER-CLASS THREAT CONFIRMED
Dray looked around at the ruined academy.
"…I just wanted to graduate."
Things were about to heat up.