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Berserker Magician

A world run by magic... so, what would happen if a mana-less child was born in it? Avan Neidleest, a child born without a single ounce of mana. His skin was pale and was drought out of nutrients. Everyone stayed away from him. He was a noble, yet commoners laugh at his failures and talentless nature. And no one would rebuke them for it. He was an outcast, a nobody. Yet all he has is his sword. He swung it every single day not getting stronger. But training himself to ignore the pain as he swings it. He swung it every single day, study about magic even though he can't practice it in the hopes that something would change. He swung, in the heat, in the winter, in the autumn and every single day. In hopes that someone will accept him and acknowledge him. No matter how much he was brought down, he just swung and swung his sword and the immeasurable pain of it still lingered. Days passed... months... years... until it turned into a decade. As he swung his sword, it was not hope he was given, but despair. He was just an insect compared to everyone else in the whole world. "Hard work does not equal talent." Is what everyone else said to him. A decade of despair welled up inside of him. And then... it exploded. A decade of malice, sadness, despair, loneliness all welled up inside of him exploded and has been concentrated into a single ball of energy. He wrecked havoc. He became stronger than he ever was before. A single swing of his sword cut mountains. As he swung his sword, the wave of it blew out houses. But he was just a human borrowing a power that can't hold his body. So in the end... his body broke down, achieving strength that he wanted to attain for so long. But something was wrong, no one was acknowledging him as he fell to the ground. "Wasn't this... what you wanted..? I got stronger right..? I'm strong now... so why... why do you have those faces..." As he closed his eyes, he drifted off in the darkness. And then letters appeared in front of him in the deep dark of the abyss. [Conditions has been met.]

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Growth

"I'm sorry... what?" Avan rubbed his eyes over and over and took a look at his mana once again. "As of now I only have 20 mana... B- but my whole mana capacity is locked w- which is... 999,980!? WHAT!?"

"Yes, yes, I'm coming..." Vivian opened the door to the house and placed the groceries she bought on the table and immediately went on to cradle Avan.

"...Haaa, this is really awkward." Avan thought to himself.

"Sleep well Avan..." Vivian raised her other hand straight at Avan's face and a gentle and warm light enveloped his body. With her whisper, "Sleep." The light slowly disappeared from his body.

[ (Sleep) Status Effect Inflicted]

"Huh?" A system message appeared in front of him. "I suddenly... feel... sleepy..? Well... this... isn't so bad either."

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"Milady, Avan is missing again!" Vivian shouted from the upstairs of the house.

"My, he just left the house." Carpei replied as she was reading the newspaper from below.

"B- b- but my Rune Scribing lessons for him..." Vivian looked like she was about to cry as she held the papers that she has and the pen she's carrying.

"Its going to be fine Vivian, he's already an amazing kid. You teaching him Rune Scribing at the age of four is already a wonder in itself. And as of now, he's just running to the library. He'll come around and seek your help someday."

"Aah- milady~!" Vivian ran up to her crying within her arms.

"There, there."

...

In the tower of the library, it was still as lively as ever. Thousands of books per single floor and all of those increasing in difficulty.

Avan entered the library and people were "Ron, can you whip up something from me real quick?"

Ron slammed down on the table, "Hey Avan, you've been coming here for about two years now... And I still don't understand why you don't get it... this is a library!"

"Yeah, and four other dudes in the front already ordered your steak special."

"W- well they're..." The whole library laughed as if it was like a bar. "S- shut up everyone! Fine... I'll give you something. Jeez, you just go here at the very dawn of the morning then you do this every single day.

"Alright, thanks Ron. Be going now. Deliver it to the second floor."

"Yeah, yeah."

"HAHA! Boss, I can't believe you're losing an argument against a four year old. PFFT-" One of the person in the library then shouted.

"Yeah, shut up!" Despite Ron's anger on the matter, the people around him couldn't stop laughing. He defeatedly turned around "Ignite." And began to cook for food.

"Yo boss, while you're cooking, can you make someone pick Avan up?"

"Huh?"

"He said he's coming to the second floor, only first tier magicians can go there. He'll just be injured by the barrier that's there."

"Oh yeah, I heard him say that. Damn it... hey you, keep an eye out for this thing I'm cooking. I'll go pick him up, he must be passed out from the stairs."

"Aight, boss."

Ron went up to the second floor and there were no signs of Avan anywhere. "...No way, right? He's just a four year old. There's absolutely no way for him to already be a first tier mage right?"

Ron opened the door to the second floor and he felt as if his whole body was being drained with mana. But it all went back in him, "There's a mana limit here that checks if you have at least 100 mana. If you don't have, you're blown away and knocked back. But if you have, you'll be let in." As he opened the door, a bright light emerged as magic circles appeared.

"Summon: Skeleton." The group split and a hand of the skeleton began to slowly appear. It placed both of its hands to the ground and slowly pulled itself up out of the ground. "...Just spawning in a single skeleton already drains my mana by a lot." Avan tapped on the Skeleton's ribs and it completely fell apart. "I guess just using 100 mana to summon a skeleton is the very very minimum. It can manifest the skeleton's body, but it doesn't mean that its enough for it to move or be in combat."

"A- A- Avan!?" Ron pointed his fingers at him.

"Yeah? Its me."

"YOU CAN SUMMON A SKELETON!?"

"...Yeah?"

"B- But you're FOUR YEARS OLD!" Ron's shout reached out to everyone in the room gathering a large crowd.

"...Yes?"