He fired a beam of concentrated annihilation—a torrent of black fire that had melted three previous heroes into jam.
Tagline: Summoned to another world. Destined to be a hero. Power? Absolutely useless. Chapter 1: The Prophecy of the Leaky Vessel The summoning circle flared with a blinding crimson light. King Aldric of Veridia dropped his scepter. The court mage, old Maven, choked on her own saliva.
L-li blinked. “So you’re saying evil spells don’t work on me?”
“Ow! That’s actually sharp!”
L-li looked out the window at the peaceful kingdom. The dragons were grounded. The necromancers’ skeletons had all collapsed. The ancient lich’s phylactery had turned into a regular, non-magical paperweight.
“It’s not a curse,” Maven explained, flipping through a moldy grimoire. “It’s… a drain. You don’t hold power. You leak it. The Demon Lord’s abilities? Any magic directed at you? It just… fizzles.”
The prophecy was clear: When the Demon Lord rises again, a soul of pure will shall descend from the sky, wielding the power of the Void. L-li Hoi 2 - The Demon Lord-s Power Sucks -V1.0...
L-li slurped a noodle. “Where’s the Wi-Fi?”
“Your power sucks,” L-li repeated.
Ten shadow tendrils wrapped around L-li and immediately went limp, like wet spaghetti. He fired a beam of concentrated annihilation—a torrent
“They were abandoned. Mostly. Look, this is embarrassing for both of us. Just… go away. I’ll pretend I lost.”
“You keep saying that.”
It hit L-li in the chest.
He had saved the world. Not by fighting. Not by growing stronger. But by being the one person in the universe whose existence made every superpower completely, utterly, hilariously useless.
“You know,” Malachar said, “I had legions. I had cosmic horror. Now I fold your laundry.”