Misfit At Magic Academy: They Wanted a Godly Summon, Got Me Instead

In the beginning, there were Elements.

Not magic, not spells, not endless glowing runes to the ceiling. Just three forces, clawing at each other for a place under the sun.

Yellow — Light. Red — Destruction. And Black — Darkness, which is now considered forbidden because, and I quote the ancients: "humans are too dumb to use it."

The eras passed, one after another.

First came the Age of Undeath, when corpses were trending. Then the Age of Dragons, when you either flew or burned. And finally, the Age of Humans — a time when anyone thinks they can be a hero just because they read a book.

You’d think that after dragons were dethroned, the Element of Light would rise to dominance. After all, it was Light that brought them down. But no. The Mages intervened.

From behind. From the bushes. Like rats in robes.

Magic didn’t come from this world. It didn’t burn or shine. It was imagined. Built from willpower, mental formulas, and something I still don’t fully understand.

And with it came those who mastered it — long-nosed scholars who wiped out all Dragonslayers.

Their victory marked the end of an era. A new one began: the Age of Mages and those who couldn’t decide between intellect and six-pack abs.

And guess who got stuck in between?

Yeah. Me.