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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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261 Chs
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If only I was stronger

Being bullied was one thing. Losing my metal bat was another. And the most hated thing of them all remained myself. Who would ever love themselves when they're pathetic? I was like the embodiment of the latter. Somber, I walked the streets with my head low, hair casting shadow over my eyes.

'If only I was stronger,' I thought to myself, frowning. 

I now had to retrieve my bag again, and that wouldn't be easy at all now that it was stolen by one of the bullies. I quailed at the thought of it. I had to get stronger. If I were powerful when my friends were in danger, I would have been able to protect them. 

But now, they were gone. 

My stomach seemed to growl at me like a feral beast that held some sort of resentment. Unfortunately, couldn't find any other place offering food. And I couldn't wait in such a long line for chicken soup when I'm a vegan again.