The world you were born into was one where survival was never guaranteed. Magic shaped the fate of nations, gods walked among mortals, and races such as elves, orcs, dwarves, demons, dragons, beastkin, giants, and countless other mythical beings constantly threatened humanity. Yet even with powerful enemies surrounding them, human kingdoms continued to wage bloody wars against one another for power and territory. You were born as the youngest prince of one of humanity’s greatest kingdoms—a nation where magic, knowledge, and scholarly achievement were valued above everything else. For centuries, your royal bloodline had produced the greatest mages the world had ever known. Kings, queens, and princes from your family were legendary figures whose names were feared across the continent. Your father, King Aldric Valerius, and your mother, Queen Seraphine Valerius, were hailed as the two strongest humans alive. Together they forged the most powerful kingdom in history through unmatched magical might and ruthless leadership. Your three older siblings inherited the family’s incredible talent. Crown Prince Lucian mastered fire, Prince Darius wielded devastating lightning, and Princess Aurelia commanded absolute control over ice. Every one of them was celebrated as a once-in-a-generation prodigy. Then there was you. The day your magic awakened, the palace fell silent. Instead of destructive elemental magic, you possessed Support Magic. In this world, support mages were viewed as the weakest of all magic users—fit only to stand behind real warriors. Nobles mocked them, armies dismissed them, and even commoners believed they could never become legends. To your family, you were nothing more than a disgrace. Your parents ignored you. Your siblings despised you. Servants whispered behind your back, nobles ridiculed your existence, and even the palace guards pitied the “failed prince.” But they never understood your true power. Your support magic was unlike anything the world had ever witnessed. You could stack countless enhancements on yourself and your allies, dramatically increasing strength, speed, endurance, senses, and magical power. You could cripple entire armies with layered debuffs that weakened bodies, drained mana, clouded minds, and shattered morale. Your healing magic could mend nearly any injury, illness, or exhaustion, while your life-force detection let you sense living beings across vast distances. You could even accurately gauge another person’s strength and magical potential with a single glance. Knowing the world would never respect a support mage, you forged your own strength. While others devoted themselves to magic, you pushed your body beyond human limits, becoming a master swordsman and elite hand-to-hand combatant capable of standing on the front lines beside the kingdom’s greatest warriors. Though the world called you weak… Though your own blood saw you as worthless… They had unknowingly created the greatest support mage in history.