Far below the heavens, in the chaotic land of Aetheria, a kingdom of magic, dragons, and way too many rules… something truly bizarre had occurred.
A four-year-old boy was admitted to Starfall Magical Academy, the most elite magical institution in the kingdom.
A boy who once tried to dig to the underworld with a spoon.
A boy who mistook a rock for the moon and licked it for "cosmic flavor."
A boy who laughed at a royal funeral—not because he was rude, but because he saw a butterfly twirling its wings and thought it was twerking.
His name?
Fengye.
No one knows where Fengye came from.
No parents. No background. Just… dropped.
One rainy night, he was found inside a cabbage cart, chewing on a stick and arguing with a duck. The duck won.
That's when he appeared.
An old man—not just any old man, but a legendary cultivator who had mastered every element, defeated demon kings, and flirted with anything that moved (and a few things that didn't).
He traveled the world, chasing adventure, power, and—most of all—women.
Some say he once seduced a banshee by singing karaoke.
Others say he lost a drinking contest to a minotaur and woke up married to a volcano.
But his greatest mistake?
Trying to flirt with Mistress Yuli, a breathtakingly beautiful sorceress with eyes like galaxies and curves that defied gravity.
Elegant. Mysterious. Deadly.
The old man fell head over heels in seconds. He dropped pickup lines so cheesy, cows wept in the distance.
He said, "You must be a spell, because you've enchanted my heart."
She smiled, "You must be cursed, because your brain's missing."
A duel followed. He lost.
Then somehow... they ended up in a hot tub.
And just as he leaned in for the kiss—Yuli leaned back and whispered sweetly:
> "By the way... I used to be Duke Yulan."
The old man blinked.
Stared.
Fainted.
Then woke up in a bathrobe, screamed, slipped on soap, and fell down twelve magical stairs.
But the deal had already been made. In a drunken haze of honor, humiliation, and gender confusion, he had promised:
> "If I lose again, I'll enroll the next living thing I find into the best magic school in the world!"
Yuli clinked her glass with his.
Next morning, boom.
Fengye appeared, wearing a curtain for pants and trying to romance a squirrel.
Keeping his word (and afraid Yuli might hex his manhood into a flute), the old man brought Fengye to Starfall Magical Academy.
The headmaster nearly passed out.
The professors questioned every life decision they'd made.
But the old man said:
> "He's under my sponsorship. If anyone has a problem, duel me. Or… her."
(He pointed at Yuli, who waved and accidentally melted a bench with her aura.)
Nobody dared.
And so, Fengye got in.
Age: 4.
Roots: Unknown.
IQ: Chaotic.
Danger Level: Classified.
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Meanwhile...
Far above the clouds, in the realm of gods, a certain deity had been watching.
Loki, the trickster god of chaos, mischief, and dramatic snacking, sat on a floating couch eating grapes, watching Fengye's life like it was a soap opera.
He had seen many heroes rise and fall.
But none had ever…
…licked a lightning bug thinking it was spicy candy.
…proposed marriage to a scarecrow.
…sent a love letter to the Queen of Aetheria signed "Your Future Emperor of Love."
Loki leaned forward, eyes wide with delight.
> "Who… gave this kid permission to exist?"
"He's either a menace or my long-lost twin."
"…No, he's better."
And just like that, the god of trickery grinned.
He cracked his knuckles.
Snapped his fingers.
A tiny glowing orb zipped off toward Aetheria, descending with chaotic purpose.
> "Let's spice things up, shall we?"
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And so begins the ridiculous, unpredictable, completely unauthorized adventure of a dropout, a system, and way too much magical nonsense.
Let the comedy… BEGIN.
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Chapter 2: The Dropout Who Tried to Date the Queen next?