His laptop hit 2%. The nearest outlet was guarded by the Three Sisters of Gossip —the girls from the cheer squad who were currently filming a TikTok. Ivan had to navigate the "Cringe Zone" without ending up in the background of a viral video. With a tactical slide and a polite "excuse me," he plugged in. Level 2 Cleared.

Ivan didn't ride off into the sunset on a white horse. He rode off on an electric scooter, heading straight to the canteen for a celebratory slice of pizza. And they all lived happily ever after—or at least until the final exams.

He had to write a conclusion using only his own brain—no ChatGPT, no copy-paste. He stared at the blank cursor. It blinked like a judging eye. Finally, he typed: "The digital age isn't about the tools we use, but the memes we make along the way." Deep. Very deep.

Suddenly, the "Golden iPhone" (his phone with a yellow case) buzzed. The file was sent. He hit 'Submit' at 11:59 PM.

Ivan didn't have a fairy godmother. He had something better: .

Suddenly, his screen glowed. A notification appeared from a mysterious user named .

Ivan, a simple eleventh-grader known for his legendary ability to sleep through physics while keeping one eye open, was facing the Dragon of Graduation. This wasn’t a fire-breathing beast, but , whose breath smelled of stale coffee and uncorrected essays.