Baek Yuseol often found himself pondering, “Why is it always me?”

Standing on the platform, he pulled out his wand, its sleek silver surface familiar in his grip. Although it was called a “wand” here, he’d only ever used it like a hilt for cutting down enemies. Not once had it been used to cast magic in the way most people expected.

“Well, shall we get started?”

Reflecting back, it had always been this way since the first semester. Professors seemed inexplicably drawn to him, often calling him up for demonstrations during practical exercises. One memorable instance was Professor Vareion’s …