Chapter 1 – The Magician Without Mana
#1
“This bastard’s a magician without mana, isn’t he?”
“How can you be a magician without mana, idiot?”
“Oh, that’s true. But who knows, if this guy had been on the battlefield, we might’ve lost.”
What kind of nonsense is this?
Lawrence was overpowered by the people who had suddenly barged in, hearing stories he couldn’t comprehend.
Lawrence Montemer, the youngest child of a prestigious magic family and someone who had reincarnated.
In his previous life, he was a YouTuber in South Korea with over 3 million subscribers, making videos with a 3D pen.
That brilliant, successful life had now fallen to ruin.
“What the hell are you idiots talking about?!”
“Your mom, dad, and your whole family are dead, moron. It was tough tracking you down.”
He had never left more than 5,700 Words on any site, and he only played online games. He hadn’t even really read novels—he was just an ordinary person.
And then, he reincarnated. Into a completely unfamiliar fantasy world.
At first, he just went along with it. No, in fact, he liked it.
He was born into the Montemer, a family known as the Prestigious House of Magic.
But that was where his Hell began.
“You’re the last survivor, right? So, tell us everything you know.”
“You crazy bastards… You can see the state I’m in, and you still ask that?”
“Haha, maybe after a bit of pain, you’ll remember something.”
The child of a family destined to inherit the greatest magical genes.
But Lawrence had been born with the same body he had as a human from Earth.
In a fantasy world where mana was essential, he had been born without the ability to use it.
Yes, he was a person without a Mana Core.
The man who was once a YouTuber with 3 million followers, a master of his craft, and called “Golden Hands” was gone.
What remained was a defective product—a magician who couldn’t use magic.
A bastard and a defective product.
The life that had befallen him was harsher than any hell.
“AAAAHHH! I DON’T KNOW! YOU DAMN BASTARDS!”
“You don’t know about the relic? You didn’t stash it somewhere beforehand?”
“You idiot! If I knew about it, would I be in this situation?!”
And then, the family had been annihilated.
He didn’t know how or why they were destroyed.
Lawrence had been isolated for years, focusing solely on his research in a remote area.
Artifacts.
Weapons that no one could create anymore, technology that countless researchers tried to restore.
Lawrence, who was skilled in drawing, engraving, and crafting, believed that artifact-making was the only way he could live like a person in this world.
Of course, he had no success.
Already resigned to his death, Lawrence made his final complaint.
“Seems like you’ve been researching artifacts all this time, huh? And now you say you don’t know anything? Do you really expect us to believe that?”
“If I had succeeded, would I still be here, you idiots?! Just kill me already!”
“Hah, you’ve got a point there.”
He had studied countless books on magic circles.
Artifacts created in vain, a collection of failed attempts.
Lawrence had even trained and immersed himself to the point where he could precisely engrave magic circles onto jewels.
But as he shouted, there wasn’t a single success.
It was bad enough that he was born without a Mana Core, but he also failed in his research on artifacts.
Living alone, avoiding his family, who were not only in name but also worse than strangers, only to cause more trouble in the end.
He felt wronged.
Why did he have to die like this?
“Here, take this as a parting gift.”
Now, all that was left in his body was a tingling numbness.
Lawrence, having been subjected to horrific torture in such a short time.
Through his blurry vision and faint consciousness, something alien invaded his senses.
Pluuuk~!
A chilling sound echoed from his heart.
Even after all sensation vanished, he could still feel the searing pain as if he had been burned alive.
Unable to even scream, Lawrence clung to the last thread of his life.
“Let’s go.”
“So, is this the end for the Montemer family?”
“Yes. All that’s left now is to deal with the other ■■■.”
“…”
Through his fading consciousness, Lawrence heard voices he couldn’t fully comprehend as he slipped into unconsciousness.
When his heart stopped beating and the last shred of his awareness faded away—
[I’ve found you.]
A voice echoed from his heart.
***
#2
Did I Die?
He had been reincarnated once, so maybe there was an afterlife too.
Lawrence slowly looked around, thinking about his bitter past.
At first, it seemed like there was nothing, but no.
Something was there.
Something enormous, mysterious, and indescribable.
Lawrence raised his head and felt it—saw it—an enormous creature shrouded in darkness.
[Pitiful soul.]
“Who… who are you?”
A voice rumbled as if the space itself was speaking, and Lawrence asked.
Who are you, what will happen to me, and how do you know about my unjust life?
His voice trembled slightly.
Whether it was fear from instinct or frustration over his life, he couldn’t tell.
A golden light gleamed brightly in the darkness.
The light revealed a massive figure covered in scales, filling the space around him.
Indeed, it was a truly great being.
A deep growl rumbled through the space, and the voice returned.
[Whether by someone’s trickery or the hand of fate, a distortion resided within you. You were meant to inherit the progress of our lineage.]
The words of the great being left Lawrence in shock.
He asked again, “Are you saying I’ve lived an unfair life?”
[Yes. We called you here because you have earned the right to inherit our power. A master craftsman who could create anything with your hands—you were destined to inherit the power of the great beings, the power of ‘Artifact Creation.’]
“Ha….”
So, being born without a Mana Core was all part of the plan?
His fists clenched involuntarily.
Knowing that his life had been ruined by someone’s scheme filled him not with sorrow but with rage.
[Walk the true path and correct the twisted one. I will give you another chance to live.]
“Is that true? Can I really be brought back to life?!”
[Yes. I have searched for you for a long time. Now that our legacy has reached you, you shall live a new life.]
Many things came to mind.
The thought that he could clear away his unjust life and live again made Lawrence tremble.
Joy, and sadness.
His eyes reddened, and his nose felt stuffy.
“I…”
[You have endured much. Our successor.]
Those words were the trigger. Lawrence began to cry uncontrollably for a long time.
A young man who had never once cried in front of others was now releasing all the sorrow he had held in.
The great being silently listened to his sobs.
It empathized deeply with the young man who had walked a thorny path due to the actions of others.
[You feel better now, don’t you? Releasing your sadness is something necessary.]
“I’m sorry.”
The voice was kind, like a father.
It made Lawrence‘s heart warm because his father in the Montemer family had never spoken to him that way.
A deep rumble.
The Dragon moved its throat as if laughing and spoke.
[You are ready. We shall form a contract, one made with your very soul.]
“Am I going back there?”
[Yes. Don’t you want to fulfill what you couldn’t before? Don’t you want revenge against those who killed you? Don’t you want to prove your worth to the family that treated you like trash?]
“…Yes.”
Lawrence nodded, thinking about his past.
Indeed, there is no greater blessing than returning with the memories of the past.
He wanted to show them.
He wanted revenge.
He wanted to surpass the Montemer family and create one of his own.
The Dragon laughed again.
Then, in a voice both gentle and powerful, it declared:
[Here, the great Dragon Lord declares and swears upon the sea of souls. Your body shall become a repository of artifacts, and from your fingertips, legends shall be created. The true successor of the Great Race has been born.]
Rumble!
A massive set of wings spread wide.
The roar of the great race echoed.
[Only you shall become the magician who recreates the legacy of the Great Race!]
A brilliant light illuminated the darkness, shining so brightly it seemed to erase all of his previous life.
And with that, Lawrence lost consciousness.
***
# 3
A room lit by sunlight.
The sound of birds chirping woke Lawrence naturally.
It wasn’t the hard bed he had used when living in isolation, but a relatively soft blanket and a comfortable mattress.
Slowly, Lawrence sat up and carefully moved his body.
Unlike his grown-up body, he now felt small hands, feet, and a petite frame.
He cautiously spoke.
“I’m back. For real.”
The room was shabby for something belonging to a noble house.
He had returned to the body of his younger self, the one who had been despised and oppressed.
While he was trying to gauge the time period, a voice accompanied by a message spoke.
[Good morning, Artifactor. It’s a pleasure to greet you.]
“What…? I have something like this now?”
[I am the Dragon Lord’s Guardian, and I will assist you from now on. Feel free to call me whatever you like.]
“This too… is it something I was originally meant to have?”
[Yes. Due to someone’s interference, you lived a distorted fate as an Artifactor.]
Damn it.
Lawrence wanted to know who was responsible, to see their face.
He vowed to confront them, demand answers, and hold them accountable—whether through battle or other means.
[We shall fulfil the contract. You will search for the legacy left behind by the great Dragons and become a protector of this world.]
[For that purpose, you will be granted power: the authority to create and implant artifacts.]
[You can now “implant” artifacts into your body to use them, even without a Mana Core.]
Now, he could use magic.
Lawrence took deep breaths repeatedly to control the overwhelming excitement in his chest.
The messages continued to flow.
[You can create artifacts ranging from the 1st Circle to the 9th Circle, and even artifacts from legends and myths.]
[You are a Craftsman, one who can create miracles with your fingertips.]
[Become a great Archmage, one who could only be seen in myths.]
That’s right.
Lawrence was always meant to live that kind of life.
A life where he could make whatever he desired.
On Earth, he had lived that kind of life.
A man once called a Craftsman.
A creator who had amassed over 3 million subscribers with just a pen. Remembering that sense, Lawrence rose from his seat.
[The tutorial will begin now.]
“First, I need to figure out what day it is today.”
Lawrence read the messages carefully and looked at his hands.
He still didn’t feel any significant change in his body, but just the fact that he had returned to that glorious time made him happy.
He stood up abruptly.
He would reclaim everything that had been taken from him, and possess everything he was supposed to have.
And, of course, he would have to take revenge on those who had killed him.
His distorted fate had now returned to him.
It was the morning of the Montemer, the Magical Family.
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