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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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Tough Choices (Part 1)

"That damn moniker of yours turned out to be catchy and now everyone in the family calls me that." Quylla said.

"How is single life treating you, Friya?" Lith asked while extending his hand that she refused and hugged him instead.

"Great. Nalrond is courting me like crazy and he's pestering everyone to know if I'm already seeing someone else." She replied with a snort.

"That's cruel, Friya." Kamila giggled, agreeing with the punishment in full despite her words. "When are you going to let that poor soul off the hook?"

"As soon as he learns his lesson." Friya replied. "Being a Morok is fine. Being a self-centered jerk is not. On top of that, because of him, now I'm dead last again. Quylla beat me to marriage as well."

"It's no competition, dear." Jirni had no problem saying such words, but only because her daughter already had a suitor she was willing to marry. It wasn't a matter of if anymore, only of when.