On the day of admission to the most powerful magic school in the empire, I burned my admission notice in front of everyone.
"No matter how powerful the magic is, it's just killing and destruction." I turned around and walked towards the wasteland in the back mountain. "I want to use these hands to plant hope."
My classmates laughed at me as a lunatic, but the principal saluted me respectfully.
Until that day, millions of demonic troops pressed upon the territory, and a forbidden curse enveloped the entire sky.
I gently threw a seed, and the flower that bloomed instantly sucked all the enemy's magic power away.
Under everyone's shocked eyes, I smiled slightly: "Now, who wants to learn to grow flowers?"
Emmmmm, I don't understand