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My GPA is lower than a slime’s mana.

My name is Atheron il Ataraxia, and I’m the walking disgrace of the Royal Academy of Magic.

I’ve been held back twice, my essays are used in class as examples of how not to cast spells, and professors sigh in relief when I don’t blow something up during morning lectures.

Truth is? I don’t even like this world.

I was summoned. A girl from this world pulled me in like a card from a cursed deck, and now I’m stuck living here. Attending classes, battling evil spirits, and dealing with stuck-up nobles whose names are longer than my backstory.

But something’s off. My mana doesn’t behave like theirs. The world listens when I speak. And the whispers I hear at night? They’re getting louder.

They say evil spirits wander through Ashgrad under the light of the moon. And I think they’re looking for me.

They think I’m a failure.
Maybe I am.

But if this cursed academy wants to survive the next full moon, they might just have to rely on me — the last-ranked summon with a dangerous secret.

Misfit At Magic Academy: They Wanted a Godly Summon, Got Me Instead

To be honest, I wouldn't even be here…

Not if I hadn't gone to the fountain one hour ago and talked to Aimer.

There's nothing for me to gain from fighting her brother. No real reward. Just credit.

Even his own sister couldn't talk him out of it.

But after what Aimer told me… I just couldn't say no.

But before we get to that flashback—

"THREE!! TWO!! ONE!!"

I dropped into stance. Sylas leaned forward, shifting his weight onto his hips like a predator about to pounce.

"Didn't think you had the strength to show up," he said with a smirk. "I watched your last fight. You're using Light, huh?"

As he spoke, his right arm shimmered—then began hardening. A crust of stone coiled around his skin like armor. The glow of Resonance magic danced in the cracks.

"Resonance fused with Destruction. A playground for creativity."

Lightbearer vs. Stone Reaper — Round One