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Supreme Magus

Derek McCoy was a man who spent his entire life facing adversity and injustice. After being forced to settle with surviving rather than living, he had finally found his place in the world, until everything was taken from him one last time. After losing his life to avenge his murdered brother, he reincarnates until he finds a world worth living in, a world filled with magic and monsters. Follow him along his journey, from grieving brother to alien soldier. From infant to Supreme Magus. ------------------------------------------- Tags: Transmigration, Male MC, Western Fantasy Schedule: 12 chapters/week (unless I'm ill or stuff happens) Chapter Lenght: 1200 - 1400 words Warning: The MC is not a hero nor an anti-hero. He is a broken, cynic and misanthropic person looking only for his own gain. If you are looking for a forgiving, nice, MC that goes around saving people in distress, this is not your cup of tea. Same if you want an unchanging MC with no character development. ------------------------------------------- Discord Server: https://discord.gg/suprememagus ---------------------------------------- Cover of Tiamat form Lith Verhen by josh groban aka manohar aka Animustw. My new Pfp was made by Josh (same as above). Visit the official discord for his official portraits of the characters.

Legion20 · Fantasy
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Real Strength (Part 1)

"Wait a second. What about me?" Elina asked.

"What about you?" Salaark replied with a snort.

"I kind of feel left out." Everyone but her and Senton were still fully human.

"I guess you don't want to be the Senton of the situation." Rena's husband sighed deeply.

"Oh, no sweetie, that's not what I meant."

"Please, covering it up just makes it worse. There's no need to worry about me. I've long since gotten used to being constantly in the middle of a storm I don't even understand and against which I'm more helpless than my baby girl."

Yet his voice and words didn't match as he kept sighing like a bellows. The idea that Leria's magic could already wipe the floor with him and that her steed could eat him in one gulp were both huge blows to his father's pride.

The bright-colored feathers that now decorated her skin were just the fire on the literal Phoenix.

"You are a Red Dragon, child, and I'm no Dragon." Salaark shrugged.