The name that was enrolled into the academy with the best grades.
More promising than anyone else.
More dilligent than anyone else.
More talented than any other magician. That’s what my name meant.
That’s what it meant…
until my 10th birthday.
I had received a death sentence.
‘Magic Evocation Disorder.’
A damned curse that turned the ‘Magic Genius’ that entered the academy with the highest grades into a ‘Magic Cripple’.
<Restriction has been lifted on ‘Status Window’>
<Strength increased by 10>
A miracle found me.
“If I can’t evoke magic, I just need to punch them!”
Oppressive Strength, Fearsome Fists, A Genius Magic Talent.
I’ll never lose to anyone ever again.