In the continent of Aria, where everyone knows how to rub fireballs, I, Chen Mo, am a good-for-nothing—I am 16 years old, and I have to rely on good luck to even light a match.
He moved bricks every day to support his genius sister Lin Yue, and listened to the ridicule of the "mute demons" in the town. His life was harder than black bread.
Until one day, the cold goddess Ling Yue pointed her magic wand at my nose: "Does a person without magic deserve to live in the magic world?"
I just wanted to fight back, but the flame she blasted was extinguished by my hand.
Everyone around me was stupid, and so was I - could it be that in this broken world, even magic thinks I am unlucky?
But it doesn't matter.
"At least I can move bricks faster than you can rub fireballs." I picked up the shovel and raised my eyebrows at her. "If you can use magic to move ten loads of stones, I will admit that you are better than me."
Anyway, this messed up world might have exploded long ago without a squib like me.
