My name is Lin Ye, a total loser. Hahaha! But I didn’t sweat it—I had an insanely powerful sister. With her around, no one at the academy dared mess with me. Or she’d blast their face with an Ice Blast. Back in high school, I tested F-rank talent and got laughed at. My sister, the student council president, roared: "Dare laugh at my brother again? I’ll kill you and dump you in the toilet!"

Everyone fell silent, sweating coldly. The student council vice president—a refined, glasses-wearing girl—cleared her throat: "Not appropriate, President. No swearing or shouting. Set an example!"

"Hahaha! Only if they respect my brother first!" my sister laughed.

This bullied good-for-nothing suddenly had a new life. Ling Ling’s fan club chased me. Guys crushing on my sister fawned over me. Like this:

"Bro-in-law! Try this cake—is it good?"

"Back off! Bro-in-law, this elementary magic elixir will boost your F-rank talent to magic apprentice!"

"Stop bickering! Bro-in-law’s mine. Others, grab whatever’s left!"

Weird. How’d that slip in?

I ignored them. First, they only wanted my sister. Second, I’m no sis-con—but I won’t hand her to these losers!

Alright! Enough. Time to wake up.

Ding ding ding! I killed the alarm. Opening my eyes, a breathtaking face stared back—pale blue hair cascading down, utterly captivating.

"Yeer, good morning kiss."

"We’re adults. Not appropriate," I sighed.

"No! Without it, I’ll lose strength. Get sick. Go crazy. Dementia..."

"Stop! Next it’s cancer! Fine, I’ll kiss!" Flustered, I pecked her cheek. My face burned red.

"Hahaha! Best brother! Come—your favorite: stir-fried tomatoes and eggs!"

Silently, I dressed, ate, and headed to school. Unseen, my sister watched me with a burning gaze—like a hunter eyeing prized prey.

At the academy, I entered F Class. The bottom rung. Mocked. Disrespected. We only had each other, hoping to rise someday. Here, I felt safe—among my own kind.

"Morning, Lin Ye!"

"Mhm! Nan Ling!"

Nan Ling—F-rank talent. Stunning beauty. Noble family. Useless here, where strength ruled. Suitors only wanted her looks or status. She knew it. Stayed icy. Her purple hair earned her the name: the aloof Purple Iceberg.

A yellow-haired guy strutted over, flicking his hair. "Hey, Yeer, Ling! Not dazzled by my hotness today?"

Nan Ling and I ignored him, chatting about tomorrow’s exam.

"Ah! How?!" he whined sadly from the side.

That was Ouyang Chen. A total dumbass. Magic-talentless. Ex-knight corps elite, obsessed with magic. Once crushed on my sister—now chasing A Class’s beauty queen. A playboy.

"Everyone here? Class starts!" A petite loli stood on the podium.

Our homeroom teacher. A loli—but terrifyingly strong. An Intermediate Magician.