Klean_writer

They called him trash.
Born without a magic rank in a world where rank defines your worth, Coker was beaten, laughed at, and thrown away. Even the weak had power. But him? He had nothing. No spells. No blessings. No future. Just scars... and silence.

Yet behind that silence, something waited.

A cursed power forgotten by time, sealed by gods, and burning inside him like a scream with no voice. And when the world pushed him too far, that scream became a roar.

They thought he’d die nameless.

Now they’ll kneel before the name they tried to erase.

From broken bones and shattered pride, he’ll rise not to be accepted, but to be feared. He’s not fighting for glory. Not for rank.
He’s fighting because no one else ever fought for him.
This is the story of the boy they called worthless.
And how he became the god they’ll never forget.

FROM TRASH TO GOD

From Trash to God: The Mage With No Rank

Eidor collapsed to his knees. The cursed fire around him flickered low, dimming from violent blue to ghostly silver.

Bound by the first and final truth.

That even monsters are afraid of memory.

All around the broken world, things began to shift.

Children began remembering their parents' lullabies.

A village that had turned to statues blinked and breathed.

The sun finally rose, and the light didn't scream.

People remembered themselves.

But they forgot him.

Vann ran through the crowd, blood drying on his cheek. "Where is he?"

"Gone," Rina said, watching the mountain in silence.

"No," Vann growled. "He can't be. Not after all this."

There, for a moment, between the clouds, a shape moved.

The symbol of a name burned into the sky like a wound:

New magic was born—strange and wild, made from the ashes of forgotten spells.

But the Rank System… it never returned.

The world had learned something it couldn't unlearn.

Power never came from rank.

It came from refusal.

In a quiet valley, a boy with no magic found a spark dancing in his palm.

But because someone once refused to be erased.

Eidor never returned to the capital.

But his story became a forbidden tale.

A whisper told between broken mages and defiant orphans:

"Once, there was a man with no name.

The World That Forgot God