Terra's last child,in a world of it's hardcore descendants!

Humanity reached its golden age. Disease was nearly eradicated. Artificial intelligence managed civilization. Genetic engineering eliminated most inherited illnesses. Robots became servants, cities became utopias, and mankind stood on the verge of becoming an interstellar species. It was an era where war had become increasingly rare, resources were abundant, and the future seemed limitless. Then, a meteorite was allowed to fall. It landed in an already evacuated region, dismissed as a cheaper alternative to intercepting a harmless space rock. The impact itself was insignificant. What it carried was not. Hidden within the meteorite were unknown contaminants that rewrote life at the genetic level. Exposure triggered rapid mutations, awakening impossible biological traits and a mysterious energy later known as mana. The first mutants were isolated, then feared, then hunted. As the contamination spread beyond all projections, governments collapsed beneath panic, conflicting policies, and the sheer speed of the crisis. Humanity's greatest creation—the global Custodian AI network—activated its final emergency directives. To preserve the species, it declared baseline humanity the only legally recognized form of mankind. Those altered by the contaminant were classified as Deviants, regardless of intent or innocence. Automated armies, orbital fleets, and planetary defense systems turned against the ever-growing mutant population. The war that followed ended civilization. Cities burned. Nations disappeared. Continents were scarred. Billions died as humanity fought not an alien invasion, but its own transformed descendants. In the end, pure humans became an endangered minority sheltered within immense machine-controlled fortresses, while the mutated descendants spread across the ruined world, eventually forgetting their origins altogether. Centuries later, those descendants call themselves Bloomkins. Magic has replaced science. Kingdoms stand where megacities once rose. Ancient satellites drift silently overhead, mistaken for stars. And somewhere, hidden beyond the world's knowledge, the Dominion still endures—an isolated remnant of humanity's lost golden age, quietly preparing for the day the world will once again belong to mankind. Depite his secret indenity of being the supreme authority of the Dominion,the Super advanced civilization of entirely robots and Androids that kidnaps people in the thousands on a daily basis, Andrew only wanted one thing: a normal student life. No wars. No impossible responsibilities. No civilizations depending on his decisions. Just classes, classmates, exams, and maybe a few friends. Instead, he finds himself enrolling in one of the greatest magical academies on the continent... as the only true human in a world inhabited by Bloomkins, humanity's distant descendants. They wield mana as naturally as breathing. Andrew cannot. Magic doesn't reject him. It simply ceases to exist around him. A handshake can become lethal. Enchanted weapons crumble at his touch. Spells collapse before reaching him. So, for everyone's safety—including his own—he never takes off his gloves. To everyone else, he's just a quiet transfer student with an odd little mechanical familiar named Custy. What nobody knows is that Custy is no ordinary familiar, and Andrew's past is far stranger than any fantasy tale. The secrets they carry are old enough to rewrite history itself. As Andrew struggles to blend into academy life, unstable and wild powers begin to stir, ambitious nobles set their sights on the all they can, and forgotten truths buried beneath the world slowly resurface. The past isn't that far behind and the present is already in alarm for what's to come.