The kingdom has an ironclad rule: if you can't gather magical power by the age of fourteen, you'll never have a chance to learn magic.
“With no talent, what makes you think you can study magic, Sol?”
“He's not really here to learn. He's just deluded himself into thinking he can cling to Mentor Fina by showing up to class!”
“She's a peerless beauty from a noble family. Why would she ever look twice at a worthless nobody like him?”
The silver-haired mentor Fina went so far as to confiscate Sol's desk and chair, publicly sentencing him to a lifetime without magic as the apprentices all laughed.
“With your talent, you'll never become a mage in your life! Give it up while you still can. Don't tell me you have some ulterior motive!”
And the words of his childhood friend, Lilian, became the final straw that broke Sol's resolve.
“Sol, are you going to keep stubbornly going on like this? I can't entrust my life to someone who can't face reality and is lost in delusions.”
“Fine. Then I'll face reality and live an ordinary life from now on.”
But just as Sol decided to settle down and live quietly in the library, an abandoned, outdated method that everyone before him had rejected came knocking.
While conventional mages were still painstakingly refining their slender, fragile chains of magical power, Sol shut himself away and forged his own path, using magic to build a pillar that could hold up the heavens!
The single-element restriction that everyone had once despised and seen as a shackle became, for Sol, a road to the heavens with no turning back.
Years later, the woman who had once looked down on Sol from her lofty perch and treated him with utter contempt came to him, eyes red and looking utterly miserable.
“Sol, can we… go back to how we were at the beginning?”
“Sorry, who are you? My wife is calling me home for dinner.”
So far, it's okay, but some plots are too classic.