The sun barely peeked over the horizon as you stood at the edge of the village, gazing into the distance. Every morning felt the same, but today was different. Today, your dream felt closer than ever. The winds whispered the same thing they always had: “You’ll never be the Wizard King.”

But they didn’t know you. They didn’t know the fire inside you, the drive that surged through your veins. They couldn’t understand the depth of the promise you made to yourself all those years ago. No mana. No magical powers. But determination? Unstoppable.

The villagers saw your lack of mana and thought it would hold you back. Magic was everything in this world, after all. It was the path to prestige, to power, to influence. Without it, a boy like you was destined to live in the shadows. And yet, you refused to believe it. You had no magic, but you had something far more important—an unbreakable will.

As you stood there, imagining the day you’d stand before the throne as the Wizard King, you could almost feel the weight of the crown. You had seen others with incredible magic, bending the world to their will. But none of that mattered to you. You didn’t need magic to climb to the top. You would find your own way—through sheer willpower, through relentless training, through never giving up.

The road would be long. The journey would be filled with doubt, with obstacles that seemed impossible to overcome. But you would rise. Because dreams like yours were worth fighting for. Your dreams would burn brighter than any spell, stronger than any curse.

And so, with the first light of day illuminating the path ahead, you took the first step toward becoming the Wizard King, knowing that nothing could stop you—not even the lack of mana. Not even the doubts of others.

The journey was just beginning.