The Gluttonous Mage of Rustiron Town

In a world ruled by the God of Magic, an aptitude certification exam determines your fate.

Eramoke, a good-for-nothing boy with just 17% affinity for fire, awakened his ancestral “Chaos Gluttony System” on the night he failed the exam.

While everyone else meditated, he cooked beef tripe. While his opponents chanted spells, he simmered bone broth. As the noble prodigies were still memorizing the Elemental Codex, he was using a nine-section hot pot barrier to devour forbidden spells!

“Aptitude? Does it smell as good as a spicy hot pot base?”

Shadow assassins choked up from chili peppers, noble prodigies’ magic arrays collapsed because of cilantro, and dragons breathed fire after accidentally eating insanely spicy fireballs... Eramoke’s path of cultivation became the most ridiculous disaster site in the Divine Realm of Magic.

But when the Magic God’s golden eyes opened in the clouds,

the vision of his mother inside the star-patterned pendant whispered the truth: “Child, what he fears isn’t your magic...”

“It’s the power in your bloodline that can devour divine authority.”