Logic mage: Advent of the Tenth Script

They told me my Affinity was worthless.
That Logic couldn’t cast fire, couldn’t heal, couldn’t kill.

They were wrong.

I woke up in silence, forgotten by my own blood, the third son of a minor noble, left with nothing but dust and a system whispering equations in my mind.

They called it a dead-end. A joke.

But Logic doesn’t scream. Logic sees.
It dissects. It breaks rules.

Now I’ve been sent to the Imperial Arcane Academy, a furnace for heirs, monsters, and prodigies. I’m none of those.

But I see the cracks in their spells. The formulas in their bloodlines. The truth hidden behind mana and divine right.

Whispers speak of ten lost beings tied to the fate of this world.

Maybe I was meant to be one of them.

Maybe the system picked me by mistake.

Either way…

I’m not here to learn magic.

I’m here to dismantle it.

Welcome to the beginning of the Tenth Script.