In this world, men are much more superior. Not just superior to women, but also to people from my old world. Because of the selective breeding, men became much smarter—so much so that the way education and jobs work in this world is very different from my old one.
Women go to specific schools based on their natural affinities and innate abilities and skills from their childhood. A woman with an affinity for healing will be taught how to treat people at medical schools for about 16 years before they enter and start working at hospitals.
Mind you, they don't study for 16 years because women are stupid, but because medicine and science in this world are much harder thanks to the presence of magic. And the same goes for all other jobs—at least for women.
Men, on the other hand, have a little bit of a different system because of their high intelligence. All men would be taught magic from a young age until the age of 18 at one of the academies in the floating islands. Then, after graduating and choosing their cities, they'll be assigned to roles in society that fit their interests and abilities.
And in about two weeks, men learn everything they need to know to become as good as women in that job—and they will only get better and better at it as time goes on. Partly this is all thanks to men's superior intelligence and the fact that learning magic increases one's innate intelligence.
And this is why I am in such a precarious situation. Although I got transmigrated and have a system, I am not nearly as smart as any of the men of this world. Although I described the mage becoming test as something extremely hard, in reality it had an almost zero failure rate.
All students who are studying not because they wanted to pass, but because they wanted to become one of the first 3—which will allow them to continue studying so that one day they may reach the level of an archmage.
In truth, in that academy, me and Kaylin were an anomaly. It won't be easy to find people as stupid as us. Actually, I was more of an anomaly than Kaylin—because the original me wasn't as stupid. Actually, he was pretty average.
But for some reason, when I transmigrated, all of his IQ points seem to have disappeared.
"Shit, how the fuck am I supposed to do this??"
After hurting my balls, I went to the office to check what my job would be, and to my utter surprise, I became the mayor of the city?
I had stacks and stacks of paperwork that needed to be done. For any man of this world, this would have been a piece of cake—since this was a small city bordering on being a town, with less than 10,000 citizens and less than 300 men in it.
But for me—a simple, poor, weak, worthless, luckless, awkward, hapless transmigrator—this was an impossible task.
I spent more than a full hour looking at the stacks of documents, trying to make sense of them. But as expected, it was all utter nonsense. I couldn't understand even a single word. But what I could understand is how I ended up with this job. Even though it does not match my affinities, the previous mayor couldn't believe that someone actually chose this backwater city. So he arranged everything to make me the next mayor and booked it out of the city to go to the floating islands to continue his studying.
"That piece of shit old man—I'm going to kill him. I'm supposed to be collecting girls, not doing paperwork."
Suddenly an expression crossed his face as an idea popped into his mind.
"Wait, I'm the protagonist. I should have a cheat ability."
As soon as he remembered the fact that the system should give him a shop, he screamed with a dramatic tone while putting his hand in the air. His hair started getting a tint of yellow—at least in his head.
"Syyyyyy steeeem oooopeeeen theee shooop windoooooooooow!"
He screamed it as loud as he could, but the wound he got from the system returned his imaginary yellow hair to black.
[No]
Han fell to the ground head first.
"The fuck you mean no? You've said that I have a shop—you can't take it back. I'm going to sue you."
Han took out his imaginary phone and started calling Saul.
[There is no need to call your lawyer.]
Han felt a little bit embarrassed after hearing the system playing along with his shenanigans. But he continued talking nonetheless.
"Where is my item shop then? You liar!"
[There is a shop, but it is not similar to what you are imagining.]
Han felt relieved when he heard that.
"Then how the hell does it work?"
After a bit of a dramatic delay, the system said:
[The system shop works on the principle of equal exchange.]
(To be continued…)