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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. ______

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Finding a healer?

We all walked down the stairs of the building, and hurried through the door. We walked briskly, going in a random direction with no sense of destination. Simply put, we just wanted to get as far away from Maynard's house as possible. 

As we walked, I ended up looking over my shoulder at the house. It was a wooden house, and in its vicinity, the environment looked rather gloomy. The energy given off by its appearance alone was daunting enough. 

We had to carry Miguel, his arms wrapping around his shoulders. He had no other choice but to limp. "I still can't believe we have to go back

there," he said, limping. 

"We're under his spell. From the time he summons us," I looked down at the ground, "we'll have no other choice but to return to him. I don't like this at all. We don't even know what'll happen if we fail to bring him his son."