Eloho Gideon

Zephran Vespera was born into the most prestigious magical bloodline, yet his hands remain completely empty. While his younger brother is hailed as a prodigy, Zephran is branded a stagnant failure and a heavy burden on his family legacy.
What his parents and the entire wizarding world do not know is that Zephran is not weak. His magic was not lost. It was consumed.
Years ago, a desperate attempt to awaken his powers bound him to Vaelkar, an ancient and ruthless dark wizard who brought the continent to its knees centuries ago. Now, the fragmented soul of the fallen conqueror resides within Zephran, feeding off his magical core to survive.
Forced to enter the elite Aethelgard Arcanum as a pitiful mortal outcast, Zephran must endure the scorn of the magical society. But a dark pact has been made. In exchange for carrying the ancient entity past the school wards to reclaim the rest of his fractured soul, Vaelkar will teach Zephran the forgotten and forbidden arts of the void.
They thought he was a magicless failure. They were completely wrong. Zephran is about to forge a terrifying new path to power, and the entire realm will soon learn to fear the heir they once discarded.

The day the sky cracked open, everyone got something worth having.

Warriors. Mages. Healers. Assassins.

I got Scavenger. Rank F. The class nobody wanted and everybody laughed at.

They pointed. They walked away. They left me standing in a burning parking lot with a trash class and nothing else.

Fine. Let them go.

While every warrior in the city was charging forward with their shiny new abilities, I stayed behind and read what the System was actually saying. Because hidden inside every broken wall, every abandoned vehicle, every piece of wreckage this dying world left behind were things the System tagged and nobody else could see.

I could see all of it.

My name is Jace Ryder. I used to move boxes in a warehouse for minimum wage. I was nobody. I was invisible.

But inside the System, they know me by a different name.

Wraith.

The unknown player dismantling monster waves that wiped out entire squads. The one building safe zones out of scrap and silence. The one the strongest factions are now hunting because something that started as a joke has become the most dangerous thing alive.

They still don't know it's me.

And I'd like to keep it that way.

At least until I'm ready.