The Art of Surviving as the Youngest Son in a Family of Magic

A black venom with a swirling blue light shimmered in front of me. My brother smiled softly and spoke gently.
“Drink it now, Luca.”
When I opened my eyes, I found myself becoming an expendable extra to my brother. Not only that, I was a half-wit who couldn’t even use magic, despised by the people?
First things first, let’s find some strength.