This story... doesn't happen in an old fashion medieval fantasy world. It happened in an urban era where there are floating islands and flying cars for transport. All of which are powered by magic.
It is also not a story about the protagonist...nor is it a story about heroic acts.
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I...
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No one understands me.
I was not gifted with any element, any power that's why I can't use magic...unlike the protagonist of this world.
I was bullied.
I was treated like trash.
No one...
Not even my parents...
So is there something wrong? Why can't I destroy this useless world?
...
I look down and a sword is pierced through me. I laughed and the protagonist withdraws the sword from my body.
"What so funny?" He asks.
I drop to my knees and smile.
"I hope every single one of you...dies."
Screw it...at least I'm released...from this cruel world...this rotten world
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I can't see but somehow...i can sense someone in front of me.
What is happening?
"Hehe." The figure smirked. "Your tutorial is now over. It's time for you to truly shine... it's time for your debut."
Huh? What the fuck are you talking about?
The figure touched my forehead and an abundant light overwhelmed my consciousness.
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"What..."
I slowly open my eyes and find myself sleeping on a cold concrete floor.
I got up and look around then to myself.
I smirk.
"I see. 'Tutorial' huh...he...he...HAHAHAHAHAHA"
I start to laugh at this madness.
I am now 3 years back into the past.
"Now then...how should I take my revenge?"