Moslin was a genius born into a poor family.

Genius—a talent bestowed by the heavens. Moslin had the innate ability to cast magic without formal training.

However, the talent Moslin was born with was lightning magic, which soon became an uncontrollable disaster.

Even something smaller than the palm of her hand could scorch with lightning, and a child who had never properly learned magic struggled with controlling her power.

When she left scars on her sister's arm, Moslin was severely scolded by her sister and parents.

When she burned someone else's field, Moslin was beaten to the point where she thought she might die.

And when she set fire to a house with a roof and pillars, her family fled in the dead of night, leaving only Moslin behind.

Eventually, when she turned half the forest into ashes, Moslin was as close to being a slave as one could be.

She had a debt that seemed impossible to repay.

It wasn’t anyone else’s fault; it was her own mistake.

From that moment on, Moslin was alone.

Fortunately, she was a genius, and the magical city did not abandon exceptional talents.

They took Moslin, who had been on the brink of death by beating or hanging, along with her debts.@@novelbin@@

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