I hate my life.

    I’ve hated my life ever since I was born. You see the title? Yes, that’s my name actually. Just plain old Nameless. People sometimes mistaken me for actually saying that I have no name, but surprise, that is actually my name! Alright, like all other stories, let me tell the background of this world I’m living in…

    Imagine a world, a world mixed with magic and advanced science. Ever since the old ages, thanks to the man who calls himself Solomon, magic was discovered. After that, people started to test the FUCKING SHIT out of it, and that’s how this world turned out. Now wait a minute, you must be thinking, "Oh man you’re lucky!" but no… trust me, I’m not. In this world, there is a system called Magic Ranking System (or MRS). "What about it?" You ask? Well let me tell you, it’s a magic ranking system created to gauge how much Magic Output, the amount of magic in you, you have. And like every sad story, in this world, there are people born without magic.

    Alright, before I spill the beans, go back to the very first sentence written in this story. Now let me say it loud and clear, I was born without magic! My parents are entirely rich and magical beings who have A-plus Magic Rank. Second to highest magic rank known currently. They expected a boy like me to be so called ‘S-Magic Rank’ a rank where people worship you as a god, but again, I don’t have any Magic Output. After that, my parents relinquished ownership over me and put me in the orphanage. Horrible right, but it’s not over. There’s the orphanage, you could say it’s like a god forsaken place where trashy parents put their trashier kids at.

    It was hell there and since I had no magic, they treated me like I was a dog that needed orders. They wouldn’t let me into any of their classes, yes it’s also a school for parentless kids, heck they didn’t even let me into their so called worshipping class. I was the only one without magic there, flat out, F-Magic Rank. Every other child in this hellish orphanage had D-Magic Rank or higher. The highest here, B-Rank. They could fly, they could shoot fireballs, they could refill their cups with clean water, and many more things that I can’t do.  

    It was depressing during that time and I didn’t even know what to do. All I did was wait, wait until someone finally picked me and take me out of this hell hole.

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     What, you want to know more about this hell hole? Then I’ll tell you more of why this fake fortunate land is a lie. It is a place that looks like a bright and sunny church with flowers on the outside, but hell in the inside full of overconfident bastards that needed to look at their own damn disgusting, maggot-filled faces.

    Every few times a week, I would get beat up by the C-Magic Rank imbeciles. Not by their fists, but by magic. They would coat their fingers in electricity and shoot streaks of lightning at me, shoot explosive balls of fire and much more. All in a distasteful manner. And it was all happening right next to the orphanage, but no one ran to my aid. It may seem terrible, but it was a common event for me since the beginning, ever since I was five years old. Every time a fight was over, I would wipe the blood that would stream from my mouth, try to cover the bruises that had turned dark purple and walk away. Besides, I felt stronger than them anyways, both mentally and physically. Not magically, but I can beat those weaklings if I wanted or needed to (The D-Magic Rank at least, mostly because it took them longer to charge and casts their spells).

    Of course, don’t forget the caretakers of this accursed hell. They trust higher Magic Rank individuals than anyone else. When the D-Magic Ranks would tell the caretakers that I beated them up, the caretakers would look at me disgusted. Even when sometimes I didn’t even touched them at all. One even tried to torturing me by doing so. Yes, they have a torture chamber, don’t know how the police haven’t noticed yet. But don’t worry, I wasn’t raped or smacked infinitely. You could say though that the caretaker, the one who attempted to torture me, is having a wonderful time paying for all his surgeries. About ten of them to be exact.

    I am a tough character if you can’t already tell, but I’ll remind you that I wasn’t all this rebelling, hardy, and difficult. Say thanks to my damn unfaithful parents.

    Anyways before this introduction of the story ends, I want to tell you that in this world (Well parts of it) isn’t just magic. Ever since magic was discovered, humanity began to evolve faster and differently than the world you readers live in. There are people who are born part animal. People who are born geniuses. People who are born with powers or strange bodies. And much more! But, I’m different than the rest of them. This is the story of how I became one above all.

    This is my story.

    Of how I became, The Nameless Godslayer.