Reincarnated as the weakest sorcerer: A sorcerers tragedy

A world perpetually draped in the cloak of twilight, I awoke to an existence as a monk sorcerer. It should have been an honor, a privilege, but my fate was crueler than I could have ever foreseen. The distant sun painted the sky in shades of crimson as I stood at the entrance of the monastery, a haven for those who wielded the mystic arts. But within these hallowed halls, my life was destined to become a haunting dirge.