Prologue (A Legacy Unveiled: The Tale of the Magicless Magician Begins!)

In an age shrouded in the mists of time, when the world was a tapestry of a thousand realms, a singular figure reigned supreme. King Solomon's name echoed across those realms, for he ruled over a thousand worlds, each a jewel in his cosmic crown. Yet, as the whispers of his imminent defeat grew louder, the weight of a thousand crowns became a burden, too heavy to bear.

King Solomon, wise beyond measure, foresaw the approaching darkness. In desperation, he made a fateful choice – to shatter the key to his unrivalled power into thousands of fragments. These shards, each capable of assuming any form, were dispersed across the hundred remaining realms. To all but the magicless, they remained hidden in plain sight, masquerading as mundane objects, waiting for the one who could reveal their true nature.

Ten millennia passed, and the pages of history turned. Among its most illustrious entries was the name of Michael Crafter, a courageous war general who fought on behalf of the kingdom of Helvetia. His bravery knew no bounds as he led the charge against the demonic hordes threatening their kingdom. In the final cataclysmic battle, Michael faced the Demon King, a clash of titans that changed the landscape of the battlefield with every blow.

In a burst of transcendent mana, Michael unleashed a spell of unprecedented power. The Demon King was vanquished. But Michael's sacrifice was profound. Every ounce of his mana essence was poured into the explosive blast, leaving him devoid of the very power that had once defined him. He had become magicless. His abilities drained to the very last ember.

Exhausted, Michael stumbled upon a curious find amidst the wreckage of the battlefield. A sword, aglow with otherworldly radiance, beckoned to him. As he grasped it, the sword underwent an astonishing metamorphosis – it became one of the fragmented pieces of Solomon's key. Unaware of its significance, Michael kept it as a memento of his final battle, a reminder that the battle was over and the fallen were avenged, a token of his last days as a revered Magin.

Fast forward to the present day, when our tale truly begins. Arc Crafter, the son of Michael, embarked on a journey to one of the Crafter family's concealed estates, nestled beyond the kingdom's borders in a secluded location. As Arc's convoy rumbled forward, he sought solace and understanding within the pages of his father's ancient tomes.

Arc's fingers traced the words of his father's research, absorbing the wisdom and mysteries stored within. His father's legacy weighed heavily on him, driving his thirst for answers and purpose. A profound silence enveloped the carriage, and the world beyond seemed to blur as he delved deeper into the past.

Arc's journey had just begun, a quest to uncover the legacy left by his father and the enigma of the fragmented key. Time passed by as the pages of the book kept on flipping.

Little did he know that this path would lead him into a world where magicless individuals held the key to unimaginable power, where each piece of the shattered relic held the promise of kingship, and where the destiny of countless worlds converged on his young shoulders.

As the carriage pressed on, the world held its breath, eager for the tale of the magicless magician to unfold...