Devouring the Mortal World

On the day I awakened my powers at sixteen, the testing crystal ranked me as the weakest, an F-class.

As everyone laughed, I lowered my fist. During the test, it seemed like a crack had appeared inside the crystal.

Forced to buy medicine for my gravely ill younger sister, I entered an underground power-fighting ring. My first opponent was the infamous “Butcher.”

When black flames blazed around my fist, his massive alloy blade melted into molten metal in an instant.

As the terrified referee announced my victory, a whisper came from the VIP box: “Report to headquarters: devouring-type powers have reappeared. Preliminary assessment: SSS.”