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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

"So, how long have you been waiting for me?"

Under the crimson sunset, Aimer approached me as I sat by the fountain. The confident glow once shining in her bright eyes had faded after hearing about my upcoming fight with her brother.

"Don't lie to me, Atheron." Her voice cut like a blade. "I heard your sister—mistress—explicitly forbade you from taking part in the duel. Knowing you, I doubt you talked her into anything.

Don't tell me you've been sitting here since the last class?"

I remained seated, watching the birds bathing under the fountain's spray. She sat beside me.

We silently watched the students exiting the academy, one by one.

"Still, thank you for coming. I thought you'd be furious. I spoke with my brother—told him everything—but clearly, he still doesn't approve of your company."

"Aimer. Give me one good reason I should fight him."

Lightbearer vs. Stone Reaper — Round Three