Trash Affinity? No-Genius

Chapter 7

Word Count: 629 | Released on: 17/09/2026

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my suitcase with a finger tipped in brig

thin. I met her gaze without flinching. "

or duty? This isn't a sanctuary for geniuses. You

me like I wa

tter of your a

an apologetic tone. "Oh, Yvette-such bad luck! The very

a gasp. "Was it

isn't that I don't want to help. Perhaps... you could make do in the supply close

dog kennel-a place they used to punish disobedient workers. They were waiting for me to

cry. And I di

nocent look. "All the beds are full? Oh d

ing that made the

Then I lay down on the cold flags

there's no bed, I'll sleep

ll into a d

a crying first-year. They could punish a defiant one. But what were they supposed

ssor-or a student from any other house-saw a first-year sleeping on the cold stone floor of t

ment could run from losing her positi

hissed, afraid of

en let out a soft, theatrical

d at each other,

ishing the scales-Rhoda. She summoned all her courage to whisper, "Prefect Yv

venomous glare, an

g the whole "no beds" excuse had been a petty game. If s

l her magic

I had walked through courts of vipers far more dan

This little drama wasn't over. I was waiti

to explode, footsteps echoed from the

ns! What is g

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“I took a blood-binding curse to save my younger sister Danae, ruining my magic affinity forever. Instead of gratitude, she stole our mother's token and convinced our father to dump me at a school for magical rejects. In my past life, I actually believed her sweet lies. I thought she was shielding me from the cruel aristocratic academies. I went to that unfashionable boarding school, only to be ground into dust by rogue curses and treated like garbage. Meanwhile, she lived in a palace, surrounded by devoted admirers and endless luxury. When I was finally dragged to the execution pyre, my own father and sister stood in the high stands, watching me burn alive with cold satisfaction. I died screaming in agony, clawing at my scorched skin, utterly betrayed by the family I had bled for. Until the flames consumed me, I didn't understand. Why did the sister I sacrificed everything for want me dead? Why was my devotion rewarded with a fiery grave? Opening my eyes again, I was back on the very morning of my departure to that trash magic school. Danae walked into my room with a warm mug of milk, a razor-thin smear of satisfaction flashing across her lips. She thought she was the only one who had returned to the past. "Sister, you look terrible. Did you have that nightmare again?" This time, I will gladly take the train to the school of rejects. Not to hide in shame, but to build an altar of bone and ruin out of everyone who burned me alive.”