In a world where magic isn’t just power—it’s survival—status is carved by the strength of your spells. Cities float, children cast fire before they can walk, and the law is written in arcane script. Everyone has magic. Everyone… except you.

Born magicless in a world where that’s a death sentence, you should’ve been erased like the others—forgotten in the dirt before you could crawl. But fate didn’t raise you. Iron did. Pain did. Reps did. While the world studied spellbooks, you studied pain tolerance. While nobles trained with wands, you trained with weights. No incantations. No shortcuts. Just scars, sweat, and silence.

Now? You’re not just strong—you’re disrespectfully strong. Strong enough to crack mountains like knuckles. Fast enough to dodge lightning and flip it off mid-air. When mages duel, they cast spells. When you fight, you break their reality with one clean jab.

You enrolled in a prestigious magic academy under a fake identity, blending in with elites who think you’re just another prodigy. They don’t know your wand is just a stick you ripped off a tree. They don’t know the “spells” you cast are just raw physics violations. And they damn sure don’t know that if someone finds out you’re magicless, you’re dead.

But you’re not hiding out of fear—you’re here to break the system. Not just survive it. You’re the living glitch in their perfect world. The musclebound monster sent to remind everyone that real power isn’t conjured. It’s earned.

This isn’t a story about magic. This is a story about domination. About you—with no mana, no spells, and no limits.

And when the dust settles, they won’t remember your name for the magic you never had. They’ll remember you for the magic world you broke.