A Magical Boy Who Can't Draw Cards Is No Good Cult Leader

Lin En transmigrated into a Western fantasy world.

The good news was that he had a golden finger: the Clow Book was bound to him. The bad news was that it didn't contain a single Clow Card.

Worse still, after surviving in a slum full of orphans until he was ten, Lin En had finally managed to get himself a meal at a magic academy, only to suddenly learn that his biological father was the head of a secret cult.

Then, the very next day after he found this out, his father was tracked down and killed by the Temple of Light.

Forced to inherit the cult, Lin En stared at its cramped, leaky meeting hall and its handful of followers, lost in thought.

Lin En: Maybe... I should just run away?

But then he discovered that as long as he grew the cult, he could draw Clow Cards using faith as a medium...

Lin En: I'm definitely staying on as cult leader!

Many years later, whenever people talked about Lin En and his historic achievement of overthrowing the aristocratic academy system that had lasted for millennia and bringing magic to the common people, they always began with his days in the slums.

Some said he was a rebel burdened by a deep blood feud. Others called him a politically brilliant mastermind who planned every move with care. Still others described him as a young hero determined to change the world.

But in truth, all Lin En wanted at first was for everyone to experience the joy of magic, just as he had when he used the Flower Card for the first time to conjure a tiny hyacinth.

Theme: May everyone find their truest self.