My Blade Refuses to Kill, but They Call Me a Threat

I mastered six elements.

I negotiated with dragons.

I rewrote the laws of mana.



And then a clumsy goddess said:



"Oops, wrong world. No magic here. Sorry!"



Now I’m stuck in a brutal world where swords decide everything—and mages?

They don’t exist.



Stripped of my magic, I’m labeled a “Null.” Not a warrior. Not a swordsman.

Just a broom-wielding camp porter with a bad attitude and zero blade skills.



But I’m not alone.



The goddess gave me one last gift: Aether, a mysterious combat assistant that doesn’t fight, doesn’t give cheats… just watches, analyzes, and says things like:



“Your sword form is trash. Let’s fix it.”