I stood on the awakening stage, and the crystal ball under my palm was emitting a faint light.
The light is gray.
Like the burned ashes in winter, like the most oppressive dark clouds before the rainstorm, like... My heart sinking to the bottom of the valley at this moment.
"Lin Mo, talent level: F level, affinity attribute: none."
The teacher who presided over the awakening ceremony had a calm voice, but there was undisguised regret hidden in that calmness. He pushed up his glasses and looked at me as if he were looking at a scrapped instrument.
There was dead silence in the audience at first.
Then the whispers came flooding in, quickly turning into outright discussion and ridicule.
