I transmigrated to a world brimming with magic, where everything else is inferior and only mages stand above the rest.
Who knew that was the biggest lie of all? When the apocalypse arrives, mages fall one after another.
With magical aptitude found in only one person in ten thousand, even a little ghost-summoning spell could summon a Demon King.
And yet I’m supposed to study swordsmanship, martial arts, puppet craft, and mechanical arts...
To hell with taking things one step at a time. Better to master one thing than dabble in everything.
Don’t scare me. I’m socially anxious and timid, and there’s so much magic around that my first move is a forbidden spell.
