Advent of the Tenth Script

"They called my affinity useless. They had no idea I’d rewrite the laws of magic."



Born the third son of a minor baron, I was given the rarest — and most mocked — affinity: Logic.

It doesn’t burn. It doesn’t heal. It doesn’t destroy.



But it sees.



In a world ruled by divine bloodlines and evolving monsters, I’ve been sent to the empire’s top magic academy — a proving ground for the strong, and a graveyard for the forgotten.



Whispers speak of ten lost beings tied to the fate of the world…



And while others train to follow the rules of magic—

I’m here to break them.



This is the rise of the weakest affinity.

This is the beginning… of the Tenth Script.