I used to be a healthy, young guy with a normal life - I had a career planned in professional soccer, a girlfriend, lots of hobbies, and loads of fun. Until the accident. Which changed my life.
A few years later I had adjusted to my new reality, adjusted to being in a wheelchair, adjusted to having someone take care of me 24/7. And then the world changed. Old people and kids did not make it. And neither was I supposed to make it. But never count me out. If anything, I am tenacious.
This new world was different. People had mana. And there were monsters. And technology did not work any longer.
And what about me? I had mana as well. Silver mana. Which no one else seemed to have. Problem was, I did not know what to do with it. Until I really needed to. And then it changed my life, for the better this time. I hoped.
Author's note: I am not a native speaker and this is my first story ever. So if you have helpful comments or notice phrases/wording that seem out of place, let me know.
This may be a story for those that:
-enjoy a slower build-up to cool and powerful abilities
-like to have some background/world/magic system information slowly incorporated into the story (a bit more initially, somewhat less later)
-enjoy a character that is introspective at times, perhaps has moral thoughts/considerations, occasionally does not act very heroically or uber-smart (just like a normal, albeit smart dude).
- there is some gore, but not extensive.
- don't need immediate magic solving all issues... the MC is decent/good with weapons and will heavily rely on that for the first 200-300 pages at least.
