Grey Cant use Magic

Regis’ eyes turned sharp. “Which leads me to the bad news.I don’t think you were able to hear Sylvia’s message because you’ve ascended past the white core stage. In fact, your core is damaged beyond recognition.”

“Damaged? No, that’s not…” my voice trailed off as I felt the internal condition of my body.

Regis was right. When I tried to spread mana throughout my body, an act as natural as breathing by this point, I was only met with a slight tingle.

I tried once more, this time trying to gather ambient mana. This time, I couldn’t even feel anything—no blanket of warmth like before when mana once rushed inside me and coalesced in my core.

“No,” I muttered, heaving my heavy body up onto my feet.

I threw a jab, my punch painfully slow even as I channeled mana from my core through the necessary parts of my body needed to carry out a punch.

“Arthur…” Regis sighed.

Ignoring him, I pivoted and kicked forward. I stumbled and fell, unable to even keep balance.



Pushing myself up, I tried moving my body again. It was a bit easier this time, but it still felt like my time as a toddler in this world. My brain knew how to move, but my body just wouldn’t listen.

I fell, and I fell again, each time more infuriating and embarrassing than the last.



Finally, as my face hit the smooth floor, my arms unable to even react in time to cushion my fall, I stayed on the ground.

I roared in frustration, slamming my head into the ground. “What the hell is wrong with me!”

All of that hard work. Years upon years of training and refining my core, learning to control all of the elements effectively, all gone.