In this world everyone was born with magical powers, some get one kind of magic, some get two and some special people get three or more but one thing is for sure everyone has one kind of magic…except for Wiston  

Wiston was born in a great noble family, his genetics were beyond great but he was born without magic, not only without magic but without legs and arms too, he had a disease called "Magic's Peak"

It was a disease only showed up in great families because of their high standing great families tended to marry beautiful, handsome, powerful people and because of that their bloodline's magic reached its peak and Wiston was the unlucky one because he was only going down from the peak.

After many years, he was finally able to use his legs and arms but they were very weak, he was very weak, he had to do everything with my maids, eating, drinking, washing and even pissing.

His big brothers were the lucky ones, some of them became heroes, some of them became generals, some of them became dukes and here he was lying on my bed like an old man.

Fuck!

He was pissed off,  He had every right to be pissed off but no one was there to listen to his outrages, though he could have called a maid and lash out at her but he was not a person like that, even though he had a very weak body his reputation was outstanding, a handsome man, a man with high grades, a gentleman, a man with good mouth but this didn't change the fact that everyone saw him as a victim.

"A Pitiful Guy." That's what everyone called him, his family, his maids, his friends though his only friends were the old nobles in his father's faction.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

He was having a mental breakdown, he closed his face with his hands but they were covered by bandages because of their sensitivity, even a hot cup of tea could cause his hands become numb, not only his hands but every part of his body was covered by those special bandages even his own penis was covered by that bandage, he started to cry, quietly.

After having a mental breakdown he wiped his tears with his hands, the bandages acted like a tissue, at the same time someone was watching him, It was a god, a simple god who felt pity for him and that God decided to give Wiston a reward for his suffering, a simple reward, a blank check.

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[I Would Like To Be _______]

[Pick Your Job]

Wiston was surprised to see a screen in front of him, he was unable to cast magic and because of that he never saw a screen in his whole life, he wanted to write what he always wanted to be, he looked around for a pen, there was a pen that was lying on the table, he reached out to the pen but he fell off his bed.

"Fuck!"  Now, he outbursted, after hearing that, the maids went into the room and they saw Wiston lying on the ground, he was in so much pain that it looked like he was dancing, the only thing he wanted was to get a pen, and he wasn't even able to do that.

"Give me a pencil!" He yelled to the maids, one of them handed a pen to him but when he picked up the pen, he realized that the screen was gone, he was shocked.

I see…I am that worthless…Trying to mock me…

"Fuckers!" He yelled with all of his might and started to cry like a little baby but the real reason was that the god that was watching Wiston was caught by the high gods, and he was now in a trial.

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"Why did you do it?" The judge spoke, the god was chained and he was being held down by the angels, he laughed at everyone.

"Why? Because I felt pity for that human!" He yelled at everyone that he just laughed, they were all smiling, they knew something he didn't. The judge smiled.

"Well we were going to give a reward to him but instead because of you, we decided to not give him a reward, look at what you did." The clouds gathered over the god and he saw Wiston crying like a little baby, the god was surprised and shocked.

"You messed up everything, The God of Class." The judge said, the judge turned to the jury, all of them were high gods.

"Jury's decision?" The Judge said, one angel, picked up a piece of paper from one of the members of the jury.

"We hereby find The God of Class guilty." Said the angel

"Case closed, I think death will suit you. Mr. Ex God of Class." The judge hit his hammer and the Angels picked him up and carried him to the chair, he looked like a doll without a soul, he was about to get executed but then his eyes lit up.

"Good thing I gave him a class." He smiled.

A blue flame destroyed the god and the chair.

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Wiston was still crying like a baby, maids were surprised and didn't know what do to but then the screen showed up again, he stopped crying and he picked the pen up but there wasn't a blank space on the screen.

[You Have Gained The Class]

[Diplomat]

Diplomat? A class? Me? I can't believe it.

"Yes!" He tried to stand up and dance but his bones were broken, he fell on the bed in pain, he started to cry again but this time It was with happiness.