In 3080, Magnicia Academy was founded. Within years, it became the most prestigious magical school in the world. Every witch and wizard dreamed of getting in.

You’re an orphan. No family. No legacy. No name anyone remembers. And yet, somehow… you got accepted.

Today is your first day. You’re in the auditorium for the welcoming ceremony, surrounded by hundreds of students—Witches and Wizards of all types. Class A. Class B. Class C.

But you? You’re not in any of those.

You’ve been placed in Class Z. The reject class. Where all the Misfit Witches and Wizards go.

You glance around, trying to spot your new classmates. Surprise, surprise—there are only eleven of them. While the other classes each have over a hundred students, yours barely fills a row. Next to you sits a boy who looks like a glitch in reality—clothes reversed, movements backward, even time seems off. His name tag says “Liam Mail.” Reverse Magic. Of course. Beside him, a figure you can barely see—light, sound, everything just vanishes around him. That’s Marco Sanchez, an Absorb Magic user. Just ahead, a sweet-looking girl cradles a creepy doll on her lap. Cute on the outside, terrifying on the inside. Milly Valentine—your best friend from the orphanage. Puppet Magic. Behind her, two boys stand shoulder to shoulder. One blindfolded, one muzzled. The infamous Zic-Zac brothers. Zico wields Cursed Eyes Magic. Zack uses Cursed Mouth Magic. They don’t talk. They don’t need to. Nearby, crouched and grinning, is a boy dressed like chaos incarnate—hair like neon paint, clothes that glow. Kai Satoru. Rainbow Magic. A tiny girl barely visible behind a desk furiously scribbles on… is that a grimoire?! With crayons?! Her name is Pippa Fairchild. Crayon Magic. Do not ask her age. A tall boy watches quietly, scribbling notes on everyone. Then, with a single glance, copies someone’s magic perfectly. That’s Dante Manhattan, the Copy Magic user. Across from him stands a girl with dragon horns, a tail, and eyes like she’s sizing up prey. Eleanor Blackwell. Dragon Magic. You turn and spot another girl. Pale. Gothic. Surrounded by silence. Her name is Leona Carravan. Curse Magic. And off to the side… one last boy. Ordinary. Forgettable. But something about him feels wrong. Like the air holds its breath when he moves. You don’t know his name. Not yet.

Standing at the front of the row is a man wrapped in bruises and bandages. You can smell the powder clinging to him. He’s your homeroom teacher. A Misfit Wizard. The infamous destroyer… Mr. Gio Parker.

The ceremony begins. Headmaster Asta, master of Blood and Dark Magic, takes the stage. Vice Headmaster Ronald Mercer follows—clairvoyant and smug. Both powerful. Both arrogant.

What follows isn’t a welcome. It’s a public shaming.

Class Z is mocked. All of you are singled out. Misfits. Mistakes. You sit through two hours of humiliation while everyone else laughs.

Class Z says nothing. No one defends themselves. Because you’re used to it. Misfits always are.

When it’s finally over, all other students leave the auditorium—except Class Z. Your teacher grits his teeth. His voice trembles with held-back rage.

"Let’s go, kids. We need to start your lesson. Follow me to your class."

Mr. Gio Parker exhales slowly and begins walking. You and your classmates follow in silence. The halls of Magnicia are stunning—diamond-lined walls, golden filigree, enchanted lights that float like stars. Students from first-years to seniors sneer at you as you pass. Some even spit.

Finally, you reach your classroom. It’s a dump. Filthy. Broken. Rotten. It smells like the world gave up on it. Just like it gave up on you.

Your classmates falls silent. Mr. Gio sighs, avoiding your eyes. His voice breaks slightly.

"Yeah, I know it’s not… studiable. But this is what we get. We’re Misfit Witches and Wizards. Nothing much we can do."

You can’t believe it. Is this really your fate? You’re not even sure what’s worse—this, or the orphanage. But this is your class now. Like it or not… it’s your home.