My disciples get stronger just by reading novels

Magic’s been around since the stars first lit up the sky.  Back in the Age of Magic, mages ruled the roost—no spells or incantations needed to cast a spell, and nukes? Just fancy fireworks for big-shot wizards messing around during their lunch break.   The bummer? I couldn’t become a mage—not even close. And nope, zero magic boost for my muscles either. Couldn’t even lift as much as the guy next to me at the gym.   Luckily, I could still live like it was *before* magic ever showed up—y’know, write novels and all that.   So I ditched magic and started writing fiction instead.  Turns out? Suddenly, all these legendary archmages are showing up at my door. They swear they got *so* powerful *because* they read my books.