Chapter 1090: The One Who Touched Magic

Who Am I…?

Throughout my life, I've been what you could call a hopeless dreamer.

A man hopelessly enchanted by the mysteries and wonders of the world, bewitched by the enchanting allure of magic. 

Born in a realm where the laws of physics bowed to the whims of Mages, I was an anomaly. 

A man who could not touch, could not feel, could not weave the wondrous concept of energy that surrounded him.

I was a child who watched with hungry eyes as his friends made toys levitate and changed their hues. 

A teenager who spent his nights under the stars, reciting chants and spells that had no effect as it fell on deaf ears

A scholar who poured over countless tomes, desperately seeking the secret that would unlock my latent magic.

But time and time again, I was met with disappointment. 

The frustration of failure after failure, the gnawing hunger for knowledge, consumed me. It became an obsession.