Flinging Rocks at Bureaucrats in a Magical Academy

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He can’t conjure grief, can barely levitate a pebble, and once submitted a stanza instead of a spell schematic. Meet Fabrisse Kestovar: aspiring thaumaturge rock collector, confirmed pastry enthusiast, professional bird whisperer, and perhaps the least emotionally competent student in the Order’s seven-hundred-year history.

Which makes it all the more confusing when an ancient magical relic suddenly wakes up after forty-seven years of silence, launches itself across a holy sanctum, and crashes into his face.

Now bonded to a forgotten epochal calibration system buried beneath layers of ritual and myth, Fabrisse gains access to the PRAXIS NODE, a long-dormant, possibly AI-driven interface that delivers cryptic quests, sarcastic prompts, and calibration objectives measured in light-years. He has a Legacy Token, no combat thresholds, and a growing collection of useless rocks the system insists are ‘historically significant.’

He’s also the only one who can see any of it.

Features:

Weak to less weak to (maybe) strong MC

A magic system based on emotional resonance

A cosmic tutorial disguised as a sacred rite

System messages with a personality disorder

Balance between crunchy numbers and intuitive magic learning

Slow-burn progression, and slow-burn romance (possibly, not sure yet)

Spell mnemonics that rhyme on purpose

A chosen one who really, really shouldn’t be

And the ugliest magic rocks you’ve ever seen

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