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MY DEMON SYSTEM: IMMORTAL WARS

*Ping!!!* [New quest available] [Soul reaper : collect a hundred souls in forty days] [Penalty : Death] [Rewards : ????] ***** ********** ***** In a world graced with unparalleled technological advancement, his life deep within seemed to be running slow as ever. In a world where magical abilities was a norm, deep down, he felt empty and hopeless. Klaus Dean Jackson, a sixteen year old leading a carefree life and a subtle dream to go to the magical academy suddenly falls into a deep bottomless pit of anguish. He finds himself to be struck by luck but this is only momentary as what the future had in store for him, he wasn't prepared for. Losing everything in one night including his innocence, he is poised to do just about anything it takes to set himself free from his self inflicted prison. But obstacles along the way push him to take a route that inadvertently brings him closer to his heritage and he discovers there's more than there is to be discovered. Now fueled by anger, remorse and unbridled grit, he sets out on a journey he is not sure of which road to follow. Who is he? What is he? These are questions he must find answers to. _____________ *Warning!!* [Host is experiencing tremendous outpour of emotions] [Host's vital state is unstable] [Emergency protocol will be taken] [Demon tantrum activated] [All stats tripled].... .... *ADDITIONAL INFORMATION* CHECK THE DISCORD FOR CHARACTER ILLUSTRATIONS AND HOT TOPICS ABOUT THE NOVEL AND OTHER WORKS. [https://discord.gg/HK2h8R9skE] NOTE : Not my cover...will gladly take it down if owner wishes

Dark_knight234 · Fantasy
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394 Chs

Lord-Makers

Klaus slowly opened his eyes, his surroundings gradually coming into focus. He found himself bound with heavy chains to a towering stone pillar in a vast hall. Massive pillars held up the roof above, creating an atmosphere reminiscent of a grand cathedral, albeit devoid of any pews or congregation.

Groggily, he looked around, his vision adjusting to the dim lighting. To his dismay, he saw his friends Blair, Erwin, and Shaw all similarly shackled by thick chains. The sight sent a shiver down his spine as he began to contemplate ways of escape.

As Klaus wracked his brain for a plan, an eerie creaking sound echoed through the hall. His attention was drawn to a large door that swung open, revealing the arrival of four figures. Three of them were cloaked, their features obscured, but it was the fourth figure that stood out – the head teacher, Gravis, adorned in a distinctive red chest piece that burned through his dark cloak.