Chapter 2: Mother
"Your Legacy?" Lukas asked, wanting to know more about it, while suppressing the excitement surging in his heart.
He knew this was his ’fortunate encounter’ which would most probably pull him out of mediocrity.
At age twelve, on his mana awakening ceremony, he had failed to sense mana. This meant he had no affinity with mana and he was doomed to remain an ordinary person.
Cases like this weren’t rare as countless people failed to sense mana in their awakening ceremonies. However, because he was a son of a noble and powerful mage, he wasn’t supposed to be ordinary.
But the truth was, he was and so, his father all but abandoned him and his other family members started looking down on.
One could imagine if even someone’s own family was treating them like they were failures and worthless, just how outsiders would treat them?
Wherever he went, whoever he met, he saw the disdain and ridicule in their eyes. This made the original Lukas very sad, but what could he do about it—nothing.
This was also why, when Lukas realized whose body he had transmigrated into, he wasn’t thrilled despite the wondrous nature of the magic world.
’But all that is going to change now.’ He thought, taking a deep breath.
As if the blurry figure could read his mind, it chuckled with a slight mocking undertone, "Heh, If I were you, I wouldn’t be so sure about it. After all, you are among the most ordinary of people. Why would I bestow my legacy upon you?"
Lukas’ pupil constricted when he heard this and began asking, "You can–"