Title: Am I A Prodigy Or Am I An Idiot

Genre: Isekai, Fantasy, Comedy, All-Ages

Drako was known as "that kid"—the one who tripped over his own feet in gym class and managed to break both shoelaces and a window with a single sneeze. He once glued his sandwich shut with crafting paste instead of mayonnaise, and when asked to hand in his math homework, he proudly submitted a paper swan made from the test sheet. Despite his legendary blunders, Drako was a cheerful soul, endlessly curious, and forever lost in wild daydreams.

One sunny afternoon, after school, he spotted a kitten meowing pitifully atop a vending machine. His rescue attempt involved climbing a crate tower that wobbled like jelly on a trampoline. Just as his fingers grazed the kitten’s fur, he stepped on a spilled juice box and flailed wildly before crashing headfirst into the machine.

Everything went black.

Drako awoke floating in a radiant void filled with soft harp music, sparkles, and gently drifting feathers. He blinked groggily as a soothing celestial voice echoed around him.

"Welcome, Drako," it said. "You have been chosen for reincarnation into the realm of Elyndor, a world of magic."

Drako rubbed his eyes. "Did I hit my head that hard? Or is this what it feels like to fail physics this epically?"

A glowing orb, like a floating jellybean made of starlight, bobbed before him. "You are the bearer of the Gift of Chaos—magic that adapts to your thoughts, no matter how absurd."

Drako blinked. "So... if I think of flying llamas made of lightning, they might actually happen?"

"Correct," the orb chimed.

Moments later, Drako found himself lying in the center of a massive stone summoning circle. He was surrounded by hooded wizards and stunned apprentices in glittering robes. Smoke billowed. Candles flickered. One wizard leapt to his feet, shouting, "It worked! The Magic Prodigy has returned!"

Drako sat up groggily. "Hi. Uh... I think there's been a mistake. I’m just a guy who once accidentally flushed his shoes."

Gasps rang out.

"He’s so modest!" whispered a wide-eyed apprentice. "A true prodigy disguising his brilliance with nonsense!"

The next day, Drako was bundled into a carriage pulled by rainbow-furred griffins and taken to the legendary Academy of Arcane Excellence—a floating island above the clouds, shaped like a giant teapot and guarded by enchanted owls in monocles.

He was given a student uniform two sizes too big and a wand that resembled a bent fork. Despite his pleas that he wasn’t a prodigy, the headmaster only nodded sagely and said, "True greatness always denies itself."

On his first day of class, he entered late, tripping over his own robe and crashing into a bookshelf, sending enchanted textbooks flying like birds startled from a tree.

"Mr. Drako," boomed Professor Brumstone. "Show us a basic conjuration."

Drako froze. He gulped. Then he muttered, "Fire spaghetti, go!"

A flaming noodle spiral burst from his fingertips, tangled around a cauldron, and cooked the entire pot of stew perfectly. The professor fainted.

Top student Mira Lumina blinked. "He just invented culinary fire magic... with zero incantation."

Drako wiped sauce from his chin. "I was just hungry."

Later that week, Drako wandered into the library and sneezed so hard that three spell scrolls caught fire and a magical frog turned into a jellybean. In the resulting confusion, a blue slime bubbled out of a cauldron and bounced onto his head.

It squished into his messy hair and instantly mimicked his style.

"Blob?"

"Splotch," Drako named it. It jiggled in approval.

At lunch, he was introduced to Gramps Gravybeard, the half-retired warrior turned academy chef, who only spoke in cooking metaphors. "A true battle is like boiling cabbage—you must know when to stir!"

Drako also met Kael Voren, the academy’s top student. With perfect posture, silver hair, and eyes like steel, Kael embodied magical precision. He could cast five-layer spells while sipping tea.

Kael eyed Drako with a mixture of disbelief and disdain. "You? The prodigy? Must be a very... creative definition of the word."

Drako smiled sheepishly—and then slipped on his own shoelace, launching himself face-first into Kael’s lunch tray.

Thus, the rivalry was born.

Kael never underestimated Drako again, especially not after Drako accidentally reversed gravity in the cafeteria, causing thirty students to float until someone uncast the spell.

                                                                                The End...?