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Harry Morton was born in an age where magic and mana ruled everything. 

   He was unable to awaken his affinity and to make things worse he was born with a broken mana core foundation which meant he would never be able to create or develop a mana core. Since he couldn’t create a mana core, he would never be able to draw mana—not even the slightest strand.

    He was the first person to be born without a mana core foundation, the only one with the inability to draw mana.  Due to this, he was regarded as trash by everyone: his parents, his friends, the society and even the academy he attended. 

     It was until one day, during a mana beast attack when he almost lost his life. 

    He saw a strange white line rapidly moving downwards, towards him. Unbeknownst to him, the white streak went into his body. 

   When he woke up the next day, a strange message appeared in front of him. 

   DING!!

[Welcome Host to the Manaless mage system]

    However things didn’t end there, a lot of secrets were revealed to him, things greater than he could have ever imagined.

    Now that he had the power, would he save humanity? 

   Follow the protagonist in his journey as the Manaless mage, as he rises to the absolute top!


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   Just then, he sensed a sudden amount of mana behind Dan. His eyes widened slightly as he realised. 'Don't tell me he is actually chanting a spell…' Han panicked.


     The grin on Dan's face widened as he immediately stretched out his hand.


       "Wind blade!" He screamed. The wind gathered around his hand immediately merged together, forming a thin line that was about 50cm.


    The thin 'blade' immediately shot towards Han. It wasn't completely visible to the naked eye and could only be perceived as a dull white line.


    Han didn't waste any time as he stretched out his hands, he immediately chanted the first spell that came to his mind. 


    "Hand of flames!" He screamed moments before the fast-moving wind blade got to him.


    His hands visibly hardened, turning into a dark red colour. Flames erupted from his wrists climbing all the way down to his fingers.


    Han immediately swiped at the wind blade using all the strength and power he could muster.


Recklessness is equal to trouble