Rejected for My Dark Magic, I Took the Job of a Carrier
"You don’t belong here! Get out!"
The words echoed across the stadium the moment he stepped in, his heart pounding with hope—but the air was thick with judgment. Laughter erupted from the staff, not out of joy, but ridicule. He stood there, desperate, clutching the form that would allow him to enroll as a hero.
“How dare you try to enter when you don’t even understand your own place,” the Director sneered, his voice carrying authority and contempt. The stadium staff gathered behind him, their presence swelling like a tide of rejection.
He stood his ground. “But Director… I’m not evil. I’ve never committed a crime. It’s my dream to become a hero—”
The Director cut him off, laughing coldly. “A hero, you say? Look around. Do you see any dark magic users here?” He tapped his temple while glaring. “No, because in this society, dark users are evil. You have no place here. So, get out.”
The words struck like lightning—cold and final.
This was his last chance. Among his family of dark users, he was the black sheep—the one who dared to dream of light. They called him a fool. An outcast. Now, with the Director’s words sealing his fate, it felt like the world had turned its back on him. Rejected by society, disowned by blood—he thought of ending it all.
But something inside refused to give in.
If they wouldn’t let him be a hero, then he would become one on his own terms—not defined by others, but by himself.
“They don’t know me. But I know who I am.”
He had no idea how harsh the road ahead would be. But as he turned away from the stadium gates, he stepped not into darkness—but into defiance.
To challenge the light, he would first have to master his own shadow.