Witty Wife, Better Life - Chapter 368 - 358

My GPA is lower than a slime’s mana.My name is Atheron il Ataraxia, and I’m the walking disgrace of the Royal Academy of Magic.I’ve been held back twice, my essays are used in class as examples of how not to cast spells, and professors sigh in relief when I don’t blow something up during morning lectures.Truth is? I don’t even like this world.I was summoned. A girl from this world pulled me in like a card from a cursed deck, and now I’m stuck living here. Attending classes, battling evil spirits, and dealing with stuck-up nobles whose names are longer than my backstory.But something’s off. My mana doesn’t behave like theirs. The world listens when I speak. And the whispers I hear at night? They’re getting louder.They say evil spirits wander through Ashgrad under the light of the moon. And I think they’re looking for me.They think I’m a failure.Maybe I am.But if this cursed academy wants to survive the next full moon, they might just have to rely on me — the last-ranked summon with a dangerous secret.

#Mature Language, No Rape#

[Opening theme: Jericho by Iniko]

“The sword chooses his Master” , It did again.

After many years of tough times, Kael becomes a warrior, and he has his companions with him. But things take an interesting turn when he finds a unique sword that sparks his journey to find out his Real identity.

Kael isn't on this journey alone. He's joined by a, see-through presence, a guiding force helping him uncover his past. Together, they explore a world with broken kingdoms, searching for the key to their revival. This is the story of a warrior who has lived in the shadows, a tale of sacrifice, and the return of a powerful enemy.

Kael's journey becomes a testament to the unyielding spirit of determination and the pursuit of justice, in a world where destinies are intertwined, and fates are shaped in times of conflict.

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