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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

"Hey, stonehead. I don't know where you're hiding, but how about leveling the damn ground? Can't fight properly with all this rubble everywhere."

I clapped my hands together and detonated a burst of steam, scattering the lingering dust.

Sylas stood before me, his body once again sheathed in a layer of stone.

And the moment I saw that smug grin on his face—I looked up.

A massive boulder was falling straight toward me! It carried enough force to crush even its caster.

I caught it with both hands. The ground beneath me cratered from the weight.

Too heavy… I can't hold it much longer!

Then I saw it—Sylas forming another stone orb in his hand.

The boulder above me shattered into chunks. I was buried under the rubble.

Lightbearer vs. Stone Reaper — Round Two