Zhou Yang transmigrated.
He became Victor Byron, the third son of Count Byron of the Northern Frontier.
This was a world where everyone believed in combat professions. His father was a Master Knight, his eldest brother a High-Rank Knight, his eldest sister a High-Rank Swordswoman, and his second brother an Elite Ranger. Even his fourteen-year-old younger brother had already been found to have a talent for the warrior path.
He alone was a mage.
In this world, where low-magic skills were commonplace, mages could only light candles, boil water, and water potted plants. A mage in the family was like smoke rising from the ancestors' graves, a disgrace to the whole clan.
His eldest sister berated him in public: “Why don't you just die? You're an embarrassment to the family.”
His second brother mocked him: “Our third brother is good for fanning flames and stirring up trouble.”
His father had just one thing to say: “Don't say the word ‘spell’ in front of me.”
Every day, his mother hid in her room and cried, saying she'd spent her whole life honing her swordsmanship just to trade it for this good-for-nothing son.
Then, on his eighteenth birthday, his younger sister stole a meat pie to celebrate with him.
As he lit the candle, a golden panel suddenly appeared in his mind.
Character: Red Beauty's Drunken Spell.
Class: Mage · Legendary.
Level: Twenty-three.
Skills learned: Fireball, Magic Shield, Ring of Repulsion.
Zhou Yang stared at the panel, stunned for three seconds.
The highest level of magic in this world was a tiny flame the size of a bean, and it took thirty years of training to master.
He could casually cast a giant fireball powerful enough to blow down a city wall.
And the “Legendary Era” that had vanished five hundred years ago...
It had been built by a group of people just like him.
Mom, I'm sorry. I was immature for the past eighteen years.
From now on, I'll make you proud.
It's really good, beautiful, and I love watching it.