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Epic Of The Demonic Sage

Lucius was a man born to a pair of lowly servants that worked for the Great Demon worshiping Barrom clan. Growing up in the harsh conditions of the Barrom clan where magic and power reigned supreme, he weathered through humiliation and schemes. Knowing that he wanted to be the oppressor than the oppressed, he began his conquest. Not averse to betraying or scheming, Lucius made use of his allies as mere pawns to be sacrificed. Learning that a powerful artifact lost eons ago was hidden in an ancient ruin, Lucius betrayed and sacrificed one of his closest people, his lover without hesitation. But he didn’t know that fate had a different plan for him and the artifact he had yearned for would send his soul hurtling across the cosmos, forcing it into the broken body of a young man called Asher Inanis. Coming to his senses he finds the world to be completely different where the magic of his previous world did not exist, but what did was ‘Gifts’. Witness how he learns about the world, gains power and reigns supreme against all odds becoming the Demonic Sage. P.S. This is a slow paced novel and has a lot of world development at start. If this is not to your taste, you may not like it. *** I do not own the cover, will remove it if asked. --- join the discord server : discord.gg/fkTbUfBRsH

Grand_Void_Daoist · Fantasy
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A Question That Keeps One Intrigued

"I must admit that I thoroughly enjoyed seeing how you interact with those nobles. I can't help but be reminded of myself back when I was a bit younger, although it doesn't seem quite apparent." Viscount Felldan continued with a smile.

Once again, Lucius was pointed out to the Viscount's gift of Flash of Youth. He didn't have many words he wished to say to the Viscount, but that did give him a certain idea.

"It does not seem quite apparent, does it not, Viscount Felldan? But have you ever thought what your gift would be like if it were of a higher rank?" Lucius asked.

Viscount Felldan blinked and the smile on his face slipped for a moment. His brows furrowed together and he stared at Young Lord Asher.