PoorPoet

He awoke in a familiar world—one that had been utterly transformed.

The school he once knew had become an academy of arcane arts, where students were trained not in science and math, but in the mysterious forces of magic. The goal? To become powerful magicians.

Beyond the city walls, magical beasts and monstrous creatures roamed freely, preying on humans and spreading fear.

Technology and logic had given way to spells and sorcery. Yet, in this new world, some things had not changed: he was still at the bottom of society. A poor student with a struggling father and a stepsister bound to a wheelchair.

But then he discovered something extraordinary.

While most could only master a single element of magic—fire, water, wind, or earth—he was different.

He was a Dark Magi.

The Dark Magi's Ascension

"These are the memories lay hidden inside darky…. Isn't my spelling amazing? Mom? Are you listening?" I asked while putting that little black Dragon into the ground. I noticed my mom was trembling nonstop in horror. She covered arms around shoulders with her face purple in color. Her lips quivered as she bit her nails. It looks like she is scared of something else after his memories.

"No… H-he… how can it be possible… he has died…" my mother was trembling non-stop. She shuddered a bit, with her tears streaming from her youthful eyes.

"Mom, what happened?" I stretched my hand towards her to calm her down. I was worried about her current situation. As my hand was about to touch her, she screamed.

"Don't touch me!" She made a high-pitched shriek out from her lips. The brownish-yellow aura emitted from her body. The aura carried some kind of strength of magic in it, which made an energy barrier from it.

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