Manaless Mage

Although he had thought of a lot of speculations about why he didn’t use mana, never had the thought crossed his mind that it was due to him being rejected by this world.

’Rejected this world... how funny.’ He thought, his brows furrowing into a slight frown.

Despite Leon having explained everything to him, it still felt so surreal... like he was in a kind of dream.

But he knew within him, this wasn’t a dream... it was reality, his reality.

"Then the system... that white streak, why did it choose me?" Harry asked, turning back to Leon with a puzzled expression.

"If I was never supposed to be here, then how come that white streak came to me?" He continued with another question, his head tilting to the side as he pondered his situation all over again. "And the system... I still don’t get how it fits in of this."

Leon signed, casting his gaze on the white ground beneath them.

"The streak was pulled towards you. You, me, that white line... we all have a major thing in common, and that is the fact that we shouldn’t exist in this world." He said, staring off into the distance.

He then went on to explain everything, making sure it was as easy as possible for Harry to understand.

"Even after my main body was torn apart by my overflowing energy, my consciousness was still alive... existing within the energy streak, travelling back two hundred years into the past."

Harry’s brows shot up at his words, his eyes widening slightly in realisation.