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Loki’s Successor System

Jin, a crippled teenager, lives in a multicultural society with a plethora of fantastical races all living in a modern world, where ordinary citizens are suppressed of magic at birth. Whereas, the Government, and people working for them, keep all of the Magic themselves. Jin’s entire teenage life changes forever on the last day of a stressful school term. He had been bestowed the power of a God. The power of the God of Mischief. Jin is caught in many dire situations given that he has been bestowed the system. Slowly, Jin becomes more powerful, and more … evil. The system slowly diminishes his sentience, and he transgresses to the cusps of the Mischief God he was destined to be. When later, all of the citizens, who’ve been suppressed of their magic at birth, begins to get their abilities awakened again. And the demon race, the most rebellious race, attacks the city for the systems. ______ The prologue is short because … let’s face it—nobody likes prologues… ———- Cover created and owned by the Author… ______ EXTRA - Update Stability: 1-3 Chapters per day, depending on power stone votes. Tropes you’ll find in this novel: Mature Content: If you can bare swear words, and some gore here and there, you’ll be fine reading this. R18 doesn’t imply rape and sexual content. System: There is a system, but it isn't the entirety of the story. The system isn’t the main focus here. Magical Realism: If you love magical realism, this might be your spice. Good paced Weak-to-Strong: MC will grow in strength at a respectable pace with the help of his system. ______

SkyStrider · Fantasy
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261 Chs

Deviants

3:15 PM, the day before the Tournament. 

 

A few people went sprinting across galvanize and jumping from rooftop to rooftop. They were fast on their feet. They swiftly made their way toward two buildings in the distance. 

 

They were reporters, making their way toward the real citizens of the colony. Only they were strict with the survival of mankind, and other races alike. 

They dropped down from very last building and drew toward an alley in the distance. The alley was a trifle dark, and cool. It was only cool because of Spike, one of the three great rebels.

Spike's body was almost completely covered in frost. He stepped out of the darkness, and inched toward the four reporters who had only just arrived.

Spike's eyes were completely white. There were no pupils present from what the reporters could tell. 

"Speak," Spike said with a sonorous voice meshed well with a wheeze.