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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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Wake up, grandma

Jin, along with the others, stood at the front door of Pearl Pierce's house. Tristan glanced at him. "What are you waiting for, Jin? Open the door …"

Jin shifted on his feet. "I don't know, man. Something feels horribly off." conscious worry to his tone.

The cold air felt more ominous than ever before. Jin had no idea what he was feeling. But whatever it was, he knew it was disturbingly amiss.

Dobby narrowed his eyes at him, and pressed his lips together in a tight line. "You cannot be serious," he pushed against Jin's shoulder, and clasped a hand to the door knob. He finally rotated the doorknob, followed by a sounding click.

The door creaked as Dobby deliberately pushed it opened. Then, he leaned against the door and beckoned a hand toward the entrance. "Ladies first," he jested, ushering them.