The Villain's Curse:Born without mana but destined to burn the world
In the year marked as the dawn of the gods, ethereal beings with skin that glowed like pale moonlight descended into Eldoria. They called themselves Vanynars, a race of beings with unfathomable beauty and power that negated the basic principle of the world, mana.
They possessed a deeper connection to the natural affinities of the world, powers that couldn't be comprehended without the possession of mana.
And yet… they did, despite their lack of it.
The humans worshipped them, saw them as divine, and looked up to them as a guiding light. Many became a part of their systems, authoritative figures at the highest level of a political system.
To follow them was to gain salvation.
Or so they believed.
But with them… came the Curses.
A vile race of atrocities that descended at the same time as the ‘gods’. They were cruel and abominable, bloodlusted creatures with human appearance.
To the humans, they were the darkness.
A bloody war was fought, lives were lost, and the curses… they fell.
Or at least, that was the story the world chose to remember.
Their deaths marked the beginning of a new era, the fall of curses.
A fragile peace built on the graves of thousands.
Asterion was born into it. He grew up possessing no family background and, sadly, no mana core. A street rat that only cared about his own survival.
Until he faces a threat far greater than himself, a threat that his cunning and wit couldn't save him from.
Something that didn’t care how smart he was.
Something that couldn’t be outplayed.
That was when the realisation struck him—strength was a necessity in the world he lived in. Cunning alone wouldn't guarantee his survival. Power had become a requirement for survival.
He had no dreams of being a hero. He had no dreams of being anyone at all.
But when the world begins to rot and die, would the strength he seeked save him from it?
Or would he be forced to make decisions far worse…
just to live?
