Once, the world was overflowing with magic.
The skies shimmered with floating lights, rivers sparkled like liquid crystals, and the forests glowed with colors no human language could properly describe. Magic flowed through everything—through the wind, through the soil, through the hearts of every living being.
In this world, magic wasn't just power.
It was life.
Even the smallest child could summon sparks of light in their palm. Farmers used magic to help crops grow. Blacksmiths enchanted weapons with runes. Mages filled the skies with dazzling spells during festivals.
The world was bright.
The world was alive.
Then, suddenly—
Everything disappeared.
For a brief moment, the world went silent.
The glowing forests dimmed. The magical currents in the air vanished. Spells collapsed mid-cast. Enchanted artifacts lost their glow.
Magic was gone.
The colors of the world faded into dull gray as if someone had drained life itself from reality.
Panic spread across the land.
Mages tried to cast spells.
Nothing happened.
Kings and scholars looked toward the skies, terrified.
And just as suddenly as it had vanished—
Magic returned.
The colors of the world rushed back like a wave crashing against the shore. Light flooded the forests again. Magic pulsed through the air once more.
But that strange event had already left its mark.
Because at that exact moment…
A child had been born.
Inside the grand castle of the kingdom, the halls were filled with anxious whispers.
The royal court had gathered in the throne chamber.
Ministers, royal mages, generals, and scholars stood in a tense circle as heated arguments filled the air.
"The phenomenon occurred the exact moment the prince was born!"
"It cannot be coincidence!"
"This child… he must be the cause!"
At the center of the room stood the King himself, his face dark and troubled.
In the queen's arms was a newborn child.
Small.
Silent.
Unaware of the storm surrounding him.
The royal mages had already tested him.
And the results had terrified them.
"No magic functions near the child," one mage said with a trembling voice. "Within a short distance around him… all magic disappears."
Gasps filled the hall.
"That means he can disrupt magic itself!"
"A being like that… is unnatural!"
"He's a devil!"
The accusations became louder and louder.
The king's hands tightened on the arms of his throne.
"Enough."
The hall fell silent.
Slowly, he looked toward the baby in the queen's arms.
His own son.
Yet the fear in his eyes was undeniable.
"If what you say is true," the king said coldly, "then this child is a threat to the entire kingdom."
The queen immediately stepped forward, clutching the baby closer.
"No!"
Tears filled her eyes.
"He's just a child!"
But the royal court had already made their judgment.
"The child must be executed."
"He will bring disaster!"
"The safety of the kingdom comes first!"
The king closed his eyes.
For a long moment, he said nothing.
Then—
"…Prepare it."
The queen's heart shattered.
"No… please!" she cried. "He's your son!"
The king looked away.
His voice was heavy but firm.
"If you wish for the devil to live… then leave this castle."
The entire hall froze.
"You and the child will be exiled," the king continued. "You will never return."
The queen stood silently for a moment.
Then she tightened her arms around her son.
"…Fine."
Without another word, she turned and walked out of the throne room.
She never looked back.
The royal queen disappeared from history that day.
But the world outside the castle was far harsher than royal life.
Eventually, she reached a settlement on the edge of the kingdom.
A slum.
The people there were different from the rest of the kingdom.
They weren't powerful mages.
In fact, many of them were terrible at magic.
They were mocked by the rest of society.
But they possessed something far more rare.
Kindness.
Despite her royal past, they welcomed her.
And the child.
Years passed.
Eighteen years later.
The boy grew up believing one simple thing.
He was just bad at magic.
While other children could cast spells or control magical energy, he couldn't do anything at all.
His name was Null.
A strange name.
But the slum children had long since grown used to it.
Null didn't mind.
He worked hard, helped the people around him, and protected his mother whenever he could.
Life wasn't luxurious.
But it was peaceful.
At least…
Until the king began having nightmares.
One night, the king awoke drenched in cold sweat.
His heart pounded violently.
The dream had felt too real.
He had seen it clearly.
A young man standing in the ruins of the kingdom.
The castle was destroyed.
The army defeated.
And at the center of the destruction stood one person.
Null.
The boy the king had once abandoned.
Fear gripped the king's heart.
"...Send the knights."
Back in the slums, the night was quiet.
Null sat outside their small house, looking up at the stars.
Inside, his mother slept peacefully.
For the first time in years, he felt calm.
Then—
Clang.
The sound of armor echoed in the darkness.
Null's eyes narrowed.
Several armored knights had surrounded the house.
One of them stepped forward.
"Royal order," the knight announced coldly. "Eliminate the target."
But their gaze wasn't on Null.
It was on his mother.
Null's heart skipped a beat.
"Wait—"
The knights moved.
Swords flashed toward the house.
Something inside Null snapped.
He ran forward instinctively.
The moment he stepped close—
CLANG!
The knights suddenly froze.
Their swords vanished.
Their armor disappeared.
The metal simply… dissolved into nothing.
"What—?!"
The knights staggered back in terror.
Their bodies felt weak.
Like their strength had been drained.
"Retreat!" one shouted desperately.
Within seconds, the knights fled into the darkness.
Silence returned.
Null stood there, confused.
"What… just happened?"
His mother slowly stepped outside.
Her face was pale.
For a long time, she had hoped this day would never come.
But now…
She couldn't hide the truth anymore.
So she told him everything.
About the day he was born.
About the disappearance of magic.
About the king's decision.
About his exile.
And about the strange ability surrounding him.
Null listened quietly.
When she finished, the night felt heavier than before.
"…I see."
He turned away slowly.
Without saying another word.
That night, Null left the slums.
He didn't want his mother to suffer because of him anymore.
So he walked.
And walked.
Until he reached the outskirts of the forest.
Eventually, he sat beneath a large tree.
The wind rustled through the leaves above him.
Null stared at the night sky.
Thousands of stars shimmered quietly.
Then—
One of them moved.
Null frowned.
"…A shooting star?"
It looked like a bright streak crossing the sky.
But it wasn't moving away.
It was coming closer.
Closer.
And closer.
Still, Null didn't care.
"Whatever," he muttered.
The light grew brighter as it descended.
Soon it was only a few meters away.
Then—
The moment the glowing object entered a two-meter distance around Null—
The stone-like surface instantly vaporized.
Rock turned into dust.
Dust turned into nothing.
And from the collapsing shell—
A human figure emerged.
A boy.
Null's eyes widened.
"What the—?!"
The boy fell to the ground.
Null jumped to his feet in shock.
But the strange boy simply opened his eyes calmly.
Around Null, an invisible boundary existed.
A space where magic simply didn't exist.
A space governed by one rule.
An axiom.
If an attack or power system does not follow the logic of the real world…
It cannot exist within this space.
A silent field surrounded Null.
A two-meter radius where supernatural rules were rejected.
A domain where only reality itself was allowed.
The power had a name.
AXIOM.
And its truth extended exactly—
Two meters.