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“No mana. No problem.”

Alaric Zevran Veyron was born into nobility in a world where magic decides everything—status, power, even basic respect. Unfortunately, he has zero mana. None. Not a spark.

Declared a failure at age six, ignored by his prestigious family, and labeled “useless” by society, Alaric should’ve faded into obscurity.

But he’s fine with that.

Because while the world worships flashy spells and glowing circles, Alaric wields something they’ve never even heard of:

Psychic power.
Mind reading. Telekinesis. Precognition. Mental warfare.
He can bend steel with a glance, shatter enchantments with a thought, and terrify battle-hardened mages without moving a muscle.

Quietly overpowered and endlessly sarcastic, Alaric enrolls in the Royal Magic Academy—officially as a hopeless case, unofficially to enjoy a peaceful life.

Naturally, things go wrong immediately.

Now he’s:

Accidentally humiliating noble heirs

Befriending the school’s top sword prodigy (who may kill him later)

Breaking entrance exams without lifting a finger

Being investigated by priests for “possibly being a demon”

Gaining a fan club he never asked for


And worst of all?

People are starting to notice him.

Chapter 2: Entrance Exam, Exit Logic