In a universe where magic is the driving force of every planet.

One would think that being able to use magic was up to luck, but in reality, it is all calculated. A new power was born from the people unable to use magic, but they would not know until later that the consequences were fatal.

A fierce pirate traveled the boundless universe in search of his reason of being. He lived like a king with countless people under him in his crew. People everywhere feared the mere mention of his name, but no one would know that he also wasn't able to use magic until a particular incident.

To the ones he loved, he was a saint.

And to the ones he hated he was cruelest of demons.

However, he would, unfortunately, breathe his last breath under the combined efforts of unknown powers. His reincarnation will inherit his power, and his countless enemies spread across the cosmos!

Will he discover the truth about his unique gift?!

This is my first story I ever made public, and criticism would be much appreciated as I am not so good with grammar!