Only Magic, No Smut [Western Fantasy]

The protagonist, a worn-out corporate drone stuck in a 996 work schedule years after graduation, transmigrates. Here, there are dragons, elves, gods... This is an age of magic. But the protagonist's chuunibyou days are long behind him, and all he wants is to lie flat. The good news is that he's the sole heir to a viscount. The bad news is that this is a world where magic reigns supreme. Magic reigning supreme means that magic is above everything else. And mages are divided into ranks, with a strict hierarchy. Higher-ranking mages have control over everyone beneath them, whether it's their bodies, their dignity, or their lives. Everything is at the mercy of those above. Protagonist: ... At death's door, he suddenly sits bolt upright. The clown was me all along! To protect his dignity, the protagonist immediately packs his bags and hurries off to have his magical aptitude tested, abandoning his original plan to lie flat forever. The good news: he has magical talent. The bad news: people keep trying to get frisky with him as he levels up. Every time the protagonist thinks of slacking off: ... Help him up! He can keep grinding! He'll grind until the heavens darken and no one can beat him! From then on, he sticks to one unwavering slogan: Let's do magic, not anything lewd!! In the world of Aifal, mages are the supreme beings. They represent power and wealth. And... Dignity. The protagonist, who transmigrated from Earth to another world, becomes the son of a viscount. Only by becoming a mage can he control his own life and everything that belongs to him. He will carve his way forward in blood, step by step, until he ascends the throne of the Magic Emperor, wielding power to rival the gods and looking down on all living things across the worlds. Who could have imagined that at the very beginning, all he wanted was to protect his dignity? Protagonist: Heh. #Smiling as he gives this world the finger# Theme: Writing a Western fantasy novel