Wilford lay on the grass and looked up at the clouds and the clear blue sky. He couldn't help but let out a sigh. It's such a beautiful day… But why do I feel so shitty? He asks himself.

Although he asked the question he already knew the answer. Wilford let out another sigh. It's because I'm trash. He thinks, slowly beginning to accept it.

When he was young, he thought it was something he would grow out of, but as he slowly grew up, he began to realize… Deep down, he truly was trash.

When he was still a child, taking the Basic Education courses, his marks were at the bottom. He tried too. He tried his best to study and learn earnestly, but no matter how hard he tried, the content he was trying to learn never lingered and always drifted away. In fact, even looking at words and assembling sentences in his mind gave him a headache.

After that, he wasn’t allowed to attend the Basic Education II courses.

At this point, he still had hopes and dreams, and he still thought he could make something out of himself. So he decided to get tested to see if he had magical talent. But it didn’t take long before he was deemed Magically Stagnant. He had the worst aptitude a mage could have; he could neither sense or interact with the surrounding magical energy. Someone even tried inserting magical energy to see if he could interact with him, but the energy quickly left his body like a deflating balloon. In fact, his talent was so bad, a few people were mildly amused; it was rare to see such horrible talent.

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This was a big blow to Wilford, but he was still unyielding and didn’t want to give up, so he started exercising. He even took on a debt to learn swordsmanship. He hoped to one day awaken battle energy so he could become a warrior. Unfortunately, nothing he learned remained in his mind, and all the exercise did not make him stronger; instead he only felt it made him more tired with less energy to do much else. Also, the sword instructor saw early on that young Wilford had no talent, but he continued his lessons and took Wilford’s money anyway. He not only had no talent, but Wilford was in debt as well.

After that, his spirit died down. He decided to find a job and work earnestly. He still knew how to clean and serve dishes. So he got a job at a local inn. He even struck up a relationship with the innkeeper’s daughter. This seemed to be enough to satisfy him so he started thinking of settling down. Unfortunately, the innkeeper’s daughter caught Wilford sniffing her laundry. She was so disgusted that she got her father to throw him out and fire him.

As such, Wilford lay on the grass on this beautiful day with no hope in his eyes.

Suddenly, Wilford sees a shooting star. Wilford raises an eyebrow. Should I make a wish? He wonders.

Wilford sits up and his gaze to the sky. Then he bows his head and closes his eyes, bringing his hands together in prayer. I wish I wasn’t trash, he thinks, the situation somewhat depressing.

Wilford looks up, hoping to sense a change, when he realized that the shooting star seemed to aim at him.

Wilford raises an eyebrow. He noticed that the shooting star was getting bigger and bigger. Eventually, Wilford’s eyes widen. “Oh no!” He exclaims.

**BANG**

Wilford felt an intense impact to his head, then he passed out.