Reincarnated as the weakest sorcerer: A sorcerers tragedy

but my fate was crueler than I could have ever foreseen. The distant sun painted the sky in shades of crimson as I stood at the entrance of t

ore gifted sorcerers. With each attempt to conjure even the simplest spells, I felt the whispers of mockery and scorn, carried by the chilling wind that swept

As the sun dipped below the horizon, my heart sank further into the abyss of my own inadequacy. I sought solace in the old library, surrou

led in my misery. Their laughter was a symphony of cruelty, their taunts etching scars upon my spirit. "Weakli

r, a futile plea to the elements that went unanswered. It was then that I vowed to change my fate, to forge a destiny that would shatt

ng into the realms of dark sorcery that others dared not approach. With each forbidden ritual, my connection

cold one that seeped into my very soul. Nights became a battle within myself, as the shadows clawed at my sanit

ows I had once despised became my allies, and the bullying that had plagued me turned to terror. The monaster

steep to bear. I was an outcast, a pariah who had sacrificed his humanity for the sake of revenge. The echoes of their taunts s

l, has become synonymous with tragedy. My tale is a cautionary one, a testament to the dangers of unchecked ambition and the price one pa