I was reincarnated into a world of swords and magic. It wasn’t until I found my mom’s old spellbook that I realized the rules of magic in this world don’t apply to me. Other people have to chant for five seconds just to conjure a fireball, and even a lifetime of practice may not let them break free of fixed formulas. I can learn any spell with a single glance and cast it instantly. I deliberately call out basic spells like Fireball, Gentle Breeze, and Stone Ball, fooling my opponents into underestimating me. But when I strike, I unleash magic beyond the highest level: flames become a dragon that blasts through a mountain, fierce winds let me walk through the air, and earth and stone reshape themselves at my will. The power of the rules won’t let me reveal the truth? Fine, I won’t. Pretending to be weak while staying within the rules is already plenty of fun.