a Yandere Harem in a Magic World Can't be That Bad-Chapter 1: Useless me

Man, I hadn't even realized how long I'd been gaming until the sky started turning dark blue and the first annoying rays of sunrise were stabbing through the blinds.

And here I am now—trudging through the last hour of this soul-sucking school day.

Professor Adler's voice was droning on in that same monotone crap, doing absolutely nothing to help my mood. The dude couldn't give two shits about his subject, and it totally showed in the way he talked. Maybe I should just take a quick nap—just thirty damn minutes; that old geezer wouldn't even notice.

"Ahem!" His sudden interruption snapped me out of it. When I finally opened my eyes, there he was with that piercing glare and a deep frown plastered on his face. "Luke Knight," he boomed with an intensity that made the whole room feel like a kick in the teeth. Fuck.

"Trying to sleep in class, huh?"

"I wasn't sleeping," I mumbled, words coming out lazy and slurred, totally missing the point.

A smirk danced on his lips as he raised his hand, chalk clutched in his bony fingers, pointing right at my seat. "Do us all a favor and come up to the board, will ya?"

Grumbling, I got up and shuffled to the front, grabbing the chalk from him before my eyes even registered the board. What the hell am I looking at? I'd totally spaced that this was math class. There were symbols and shapes I'd never seen before, and I had absolutely no clue where to start. So I just stood there, scanning the equation and hoping no one would notice I didn't know my ass from my elbow. Truth is, I stopped caring about math the moment they started throwing letters into the mix.

"So, are you actually gonna start?" the old man asked after a few agonizing minutes of silence, and then I could hear some soft, familiar chuckles from behind me. Great, now I looked like a total idiot. Just fucking perfect.

Seeing that I wasn't jotting down a single thing, he snatched the chalk from my hand and glared at me, deep disappointment written all over his face. "Go wash your face and come back."

I thought about putting him in his place, but honestly, I had zero energy to pick a fight with this fossil. Besides, I'd probably be stuck in the washroom anyway—at least until class was done and I didn't have to see that crusty relic's face again.

I trudged over to the washroom and stood in front of the mirror, taking a moment to just stare at myself.

My name's Luke Knight. I'm pretty much the unremarkable poster boy for average—nothing about me really stands out. I've got medium-length brown hair, dull dark eyes, and a face that's as forgettable as they come. At least I'm pretty tall, which is something, I guess.

But wait, it gets worse. I'm also part of a dying breed, a race that's been hanging on by a thread for hundreds of thousands of years.

Not exactly shocking, really. I mean, we've survived this long, despite being utterly useless. And "useless" is a kind word for the pretty pathetic state of humans.

The culprit? Something called "low functioning mana circuits." Translation: we're the only race that can't do magic.

Want to make stuff float? Control fire, water, light, nature, or even hell? Level an entire city with a flick of your wrist? Yeah, that's all fantasy for a human like me, because there's no way to pull any of that off without divine intervention.

And believe it or not, divine intervention actually happens. There's one odd little twist: gods seem to favor us humans occasionally, handing out divine blessings to the few thousand of us still stumbling around on Earth.

Not that it does much good when even the least impressive demihumans can outshine us. Let alone those with any real talent.

Me? I've got the legendary double "fuck you" combo. I was not only born human, but the gods absolutely fucking hate me—and they make sure I know it every damn chance they get.

So, when I think about it, maybe I'm not just average... I'm the rock-bottom, lowest of the low.

Sigh.

splashed some water on my face, watching droplets race each other down the drain. The icy chill gave me a little jolt, enough to shake off the worst of the morning gloom. I leaned against the sink, letting out another long sigh.

The bell finally rang, and I made my escape from the prison of school hallways. Outside, swarms of people—each with their own unique shades of hair and skin—buzzed around me.

The classroom had been completely emptied now, or I would like to say that. Because there was still one person inside, Adler himself, his arms crossed as he waited for something, or more accurately, someone.

He waited for me?

His dull eyes quickly shifted towards me and his face hardened.

I tried to ignore him completely, walking to my desk and shouldering my backpack and heading back to the entrance.

"mr knight, come here for a second"

he called out, making it clear that I wasn't off the hook just yet.

I dragged myself over, bracing for a lecture about my colossal waste of potential. Maybe he'd even throw in some condescending bullshit about working hard to make it in a world run by the powerful.

He shifted his seat towards me, taking a more comfortable pose as he looked into my eyes.

"I saw you're performance in your other classes. Your grades have been... descending" he spoke, stopping after his declaration.

I didn't say anything, I just waited for him to continue.

"You were such a good student just a few months ago. What happened?"

He paused, like he actually wanted me to answer. Yeah right.

"I guess I stopped caring," I shrugged, my voice rattling with every ounce of teen apathy I could muster.

His jaw tightened, eyes narrowing as if trying to pierce through my bullshit. "Luke, you should know by now—being human isn't a death sentence. It's not the end. It's—"

"An opportunity?" I cut in, rolling my eyes. "To prove myself? Heard it all before, Professor."

You know," he continued, scratching at his gray stubble, "even if you don't have a divine blessing, there's still plenty of room for humans who are willing to work hard."

Right. Plenty of room for them to work beneath the people that actually have the power. In the end of the day, it's meaningless.

Humans are projected to go extinct in a few more years anyway, even with the help of divinity. I simply refuse to work beneath the people that will spell my doom eventually.

"Whatever you say, professor"

I replied, turning to leave. That should have been the end of it, but something in my voice must have struck a nerve.

"You know what? Forget it," Adler's voice followed me. "Forget everything I just said. You're hopeless."

I flinched, freezing mid-step. I wanted to throw his words right back at him, to let him know he wasn't telling me anything new. Instead, I just stood there, feeling them thud against my chest like a slow-motion car crash.

"See you in class," I muttered flatly and left before I could hear any more.

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the sky was already bleeding into shades of orange and purple as I walked out of the building, the noise of chatter and laughs blending into the background.

"Luke!" a familiar voice exclaimed behind me, taking me out of my thoughts.

I tuned around slightly, just enough so I could see the girl that was running up to catch up, one of her hands holding down her witch hat to stop it from flying off.

She halted her stride Infront of me and fixed her garb before she looked up at me, a small pit in her white cheeks as she did.

"You didn't wait for me?"

This is Iris, my sister.

Not by blood, of course. You can tell as soon as you see the two down turned fox ears on each side of her head.

Iris is one of the most unique looking people you can lay your eyes on. It really isn't an exaggeration to call her a work of art.

She's a Fox kin, a subspecies of demi humans that are known for their fox-like features, including tails and ears. Beyond physical appearance and certain biological differences, fox kin are the strongest subspecies of demihumans.

And this girl right here, is the only fox kin in existence to receive a god blessing. From the one and only light goddess, no less.

People tend to stop and stare when Iris walks by. The first thing you'll notice is her incredible beauty, like she's made out of paint and magic. Even among demihumans, she's jaw-dropping; a birth gift that only got amplified with the blessing of the light goddess, which makes everything about her seem brighter, almost rejuvenated.

Her platinum blue hair is a wild tangle of soft waves cascading down her back, shimmering as if each strand was spun from precious metal. It's so long and untamed it looks like it has a life of its own, matching the color of her two plush fox ears. They're down turned but alive with movement, twitching ever so slightly at sounds or emotions she doesn't always say out loud.

She's short but curves in ways that make everyone else look flat in comparison. Her body has an ethereal quality; otherworldly and voluptuous, all at once. She tries to hide those curves under oversized witch garbs, but they fail miserably to conceal anything. Her large, bushy tail trails behind her, moving from side to side slowly as she awaits my answer.

Her eyes are especially mesmerizing—one a brilliant gold, the other a deep, mystical blue. The contrast is so stark and unique it's almost hypnotic. It's a rare trait called heterochromia, something that even among demihumans isn't very common. The golden eye seems to glow from within, echoing the power of her divine blessing, while the blue one is as tranquil and endless as the sky. Her face is heart-shaped, with a delicate nose and full lips that always seem close to a playful smile. It's the kind of face that stays with you long after she's gone.

"I've been looking for you everywhere!"

"I'm sorry" I spoke truthfully. It was a hard day. All I wanted was to lay on my bed and take the best nap of my life.

But how could I forget about this little fox?

She didn't seem satisfied. She crossed her arms beneath her abundant bussom, squinting her eyes as if in some kind of protest.

What did she want?

"You wanna go home?"

"Humf" she pouted, looking away in an act of defiance, only incrementing my confusion.

Then I saw her ears, twitching slightly.

Ah, I get it. God, is it so hard to just say it instead of making a scene?

I reached out to caress her ear, and she turned her head to let me rub both of them, a pleased hum escaping her lips.

"Happy now?" I asked, watching her tail swish lazily behind.

"A little bit," she teased. "You're still in trouble."

"Come on, Iris." I chuckled and gave her ears another gentle squeeze. "How was your day?"

"It was fine," she replied with a breezy tone. "I broke a new world record today."

Of course she did. "Congrats." My hands shifted, scratching different parts until I found the spot that made her eyes flutter.

What's it like to live a life that's one big success story? To not only have the whole world at your feet but be able to sprint past it like it's some kind of effortless game?

Her body relaxed, leaning into my touch with a content sigh. Deep down, I knew there wasn't even a shadow of resentment towards Iris.

"Keep doing that"

"People are watching," I said, noticing the stares we were getting. Some were amused, some perplexed, and others downright scandalized.

A couple of girls covered their mouths, whispering and giggling to each other like they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

A group of guys stood frozen in disbelief, eyes wide and jaws hanging open. They looked like they'd just witnessed a meteor crash to earth.

Iris didn't even flinch. "I don't care," she said, leaning further into my touch.

This girl... I was never able to understand her. She could have anyone she wanted lining up to do her bidding with a single glance, but instead she chose to hang around me.

I always wondered what people thought of it; Iris being so close to someone from the very race that's set to go extinct

How much longer would she stick around? Wouldn't she eventually have to move on to bigger and better things?

Sometimes I fear I'm just holding her back from greatness

"Hey," Iris said, breaking my thoughts. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, forcing a smile I didn't really feel.

Her tail stopped swinging. For all her carefree attitude, Iris could read me like an open book. She shifted, pulling back from my hands and staring into my eyes. "Was it Professor Adler again?"

"It's nothing," I shrugged, taking a step back.

She crossed her arms again, ears standing at attention. "If that fossile is being a jerk—"

"No more than usual." I tried to sound lighthearted.

"Humans are so weird sometimes," she mused, tilting her head in that way she does when she's studying something strange and fascinating.

"You're telling me."

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She looked like she wanted to say something more but let it go with a flick of her tail.

"Let's go home"

Iris beamed, instantly forgetting her pout. "Race you there!" she declared, and before I could blink, she was a blur of blue and white, darting ahead.

"Hey!" I shouted after her, breaking into a jog. She turned back once, sticking out her tongue and laughing. There was no way I'd catch up, and we both knew it.