Elias Vale has almost no magical talent.
At Vesperhold Collegium, that should have been the end of it. Charity seats are being cut in half, and his stipend is the only thing keeping his nine-year-old brother out of the mills.
Other students force raw mana through the soul. Teachers call the pain normal.
Elias feels the scrape and asks a quieter question:
Why must mana pass through the soul at all?
Then a trace of diluted mana remains in his wrist.
It cannot light a lamp. It cannot win a duel. But it can be measured. Repeated. Refined.
And perhaps, eventually, kept.
The work is slow, and the rules leave little room for mistakes. One unauthorized dose could cost an apothecary her license. One failed review could send Elias home.
He does not need to become the strongest student this year.
He only needs enough time to build another way.
What to expect: Slow-burn progression built on careful experiments, repetition, and incremental breakthroughs. Eastern cultivation logic inside a Western magic academy. Alchemy, academy survival, and a cautious, analytical protagonist. No LitRPG, no system screens, and no sudden overpowered shortcuts. Reincarnation as a subtle influence on Elias's habits and perspective, not the focus of the story.
