So What If I'm Mute? Does That Mean I Can't Chant?

[This is not a System novel. The System is gone by Chapter 3]

On a rainy night, Muka Qi arrived at a riverbank, looking utterly dejected. Head bowed, he silently watched the water rush by.

It was obvious he had come to end his life.

It wasn't simply that he'd lost hope. He had encountered the cruelest thing in the world.

He was a super-genius, proficient in every element, with a sensitivity to natural magic that rivaled an elf's.

With talent and ability like his, he was sure to have a place among the great mages of the future.

But the reality was... he was mute. Unable to chant spells, he couldn't use magic.

Muka Qi had already made up his mind to die when a strange mechanical voice suddenly appeared in his head.

It called itself the System, a language-learning system. But it had ended up in the wrong place. It was supposed to go to a world of campus cities, but by a twist of fate, it had arrived in a fantasy world instead. Since learning another language wouldn't do much to improve anyone's strength, no one wanted to bond with it.

So the man and the System complained together about life's unfairness, then decided to make do with each other and keep going.

Five years later...

Muka Qi, now a great mage, was being interviewed by a reporter.

“Mr. Muka Qi, how did you become a great mage?”

Muka Qi instinctively tried to answer with sign language, but the reporter looked terrified and cried out, “I'm sorry, Lord Muka Qi! I offended you! Please don't kill me!”

Muka Qi: ...