All-around teacher at the magic academy

“I don’t know what you mean.” Logan’s voice trembled slightly, his eyes began to dart around, and he understood the unspoken meaning in Leon’s words. He tried to remain calm, but Leon’s bluntness put him under unprecedented pressure.

"You know curse magic, don't you? You were the one who caused what happened to you that time, probably trying to absolve yourself of responsibility." Leon's words were like a heavy hammer, shattering Logan's last line of defense.

"I've backfired," Logan sighed, his voice filled with self-mockery. He had originally wanted to clear himself of suspicion through that incident, but his survival instinct had unexpectedly become the clue that revealed the truth.

“Perhaps you will succeed, if I do not understand curse magic.” Leon’s words revealed his knowledge of curse magic, which made Logan realize that his plan was doomed to failure from the start.

“Really? That’s a shame. How is Hansen?” Logan tried to keep his tone calm, but he couldn’t hide his guilt and worry.

"Fortunately, I arrived in time." Leon's words brought Logan some comfort; at least Hansen hadn't suffered more serious harm because of his mistake.

"That's good." Logan's shoulders slumped slightly, as if an invisible burden had been lifted. This news somewhat eased his guilt, but he knew he still needed to take responsibility for his actions.

"Why do this?" Leon frowned, his voice filled with confusion and doubt.

"Why? Maybe it's because I want to live, or maybe it's because of my pathetic self-stubbornness." Logan's voice carried a hint of self-mockery, and his eyes became unfocused, as if recalling the past that led him to this action.

“You don’t have to do this,” Leon tried to make Logan understand that there were other options and that he didn’t have to go down this path.

“No, this is all I can do. I’m just a nobody.” Logan’s voice was filled with helplessness and sorrow. His shoulders slumped, as if the heavy reality was pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.

"In this big world, I am so insignificant. Sometimes, in order to survive and protect myself, I have to make some choices against my conscience."

"You know, I used to think that if I learned magic, I could live the life I wanted, be respected, and be free from all constraints, becoming a truly free person." Logan's gaze drifted into the distance, as if recalling his past self, full of dreams.

"However, as I grew older, the harsh reality made me gradually realize that my destiny was already etched on the stars from the moment I was born."

I've always been a nobody. Even if I mastered powerful magic, I'd still just be a slightly more powerful nobody. Compared to those born into nobility, I'm like a speck of dust, utterly worthless.

Logan's voice was filled with deep helplessness, and his expression revealed his dissatisfaction with fate and his compromise with reality.

"Sometimes, I really feel that hard work can't change many things. No matter how hard I try or how much I struggle, I can't escape the tricks of fate. Some people can get things easily, but I have to put in a hundred times more effort, and I may never even be able to reach them in the end."

My father was like that, and so am I; perhaps this is just how ordinary people are.

"Others can control the life and death of people like us with just a word. In their eyes, I am always just a pawn that can be discarded at any time. They use me when they think of me, and leave me there when they don't."

Even if one piece is damaged, another can be used to replace it. After all, there are many pieces, but only a few players. Logan's tone was filled with deep sorrow; he clearly understood his place in the game of power.

"You're a pawn too, aren't you?" Logan looked at Leon, this was the first time he'd spoken so much, perhaps he'd resigned himself to his fate and no longer wanted to struggle. There was a longing for resonance in his eyes.

“If we’re talking about background, then I might just be the pawn you’re talking about,” Leon replied, his voice calm, yet carrying the same weight. Leon knew that in this society built on power and status, ordinary people like them could hardly escape being manipulated.

“We are not qualified to be the players.” Logan’s voice was full of pessimism and despair, and his eyes revealed a helpless acceptance of reality.

"Perhaps I'm not strong enough yet. When I can make everyone fear me, maybe I can do what I want without restraint." A glint of defiance flashed in Leon's eyes; he still believed that power could change everything.

“How could that be?” Logan shook his head, his voice tinged with bitterness. “This world isn’t that simple. How could people like us possibly reach such heights?”

“Whether it’s possible or not, we’ll only know by doing it,” Leon insisted, his words revealing a firm belief that he was unwilling to succumb to fate.

Logan looked at him, at Leon's resolute gaze, and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent. What right did he have to offer advice? Hadn't he been just as resolute before? He had simply made the wrong choice, ultimately ending up on a path of no return.

"Well then, good luck," Logan sighed, his voice filled with endless sorrow. Then, his hand formed a knife, and without hesitation, he pierced his own chest.

Logan's movements were swift and decisive, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. He pulled out his heart, watching it beat continuously in his hand, its bright red color standing out starkly against his pale palm.

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, "It's still red." His words carried a sense of irony towards life and mockery of fate.

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"Logan, would you like to go to magic school to study magic?" The man's voice rang out in the cozy kitchen, his eyes sparkling with anticipation for his son's future.

"No, he can't learn magic. Does he want to grow up and work himself to the bone like you every day?" The woman's voice was firm, but her eyes revealed her worry for her husband and her love for her son's future.

“What’s wrong with being a law enforcement officer? It’s about contributing to everyone.” The man tried to convince his wife, his tone filled with pride in his profession.

“We don’t need you. There are so many people out there. Why would it be your turn?” the woman continued to argue, her voice tinged with reproach, but she was more concerned about her husband’s safety.

"Fine, fine, I can't argue with you." The man finally gave in, a helpless smile on his face. He knew his wife's worries stemmed from love.

"Logan, what do you want to study? Is there anything you're interested in?" The woman walked up to Logan, squatted down, and looked at her son with gentle eyes.

“I want to study history and become a teacher when I grow up.” Logan’s answer was surprisingly calm, but his eyes revealed a thirst for knowledge.

“Great, being a teacher is wonderful. From now on, our Logan will be a teacher.” The woman smiled with satisfaction, gently stroking Logan’s hair, pleased with his choice.

The man beside him smiled. Although he had hoped that his son would follow in his footsteps, he hoped even more that his son would find his own path and live the life he wanted.

He looked at his wife and son, his heart filled with warmth and happiness.