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The Sorcerer's Totem: A Tale of Power and Magic

Andrew Robinson is a budding sorcerer from a world where totems reign supreme. But here's the thing. Andrew's totem is considered worthless by his family. Talk about a tough break! But Andrew is not one to give up easily, especially after experiencing a rebirth. He's determined to prove everyone wrong and unlock his totem's hidden potential. With vast experiences from his previous life, Andrew finds a way to enhance his abilities and become more powerful than anyone could have ever imagined. His hard work and persistence pay off as he transforms into a true magic anomaly with the power to alter the fortunes and features of everything connected to him. Armed with his trusty Book Totem, Andrew never encounters any obstacles in his quest for power. He can always rely on his reserves of origin and fate energy to edit the levels of his attributes, skills, and contracted companions. He only needs to accumulate the required energy before raising his sorcery powers with the power of his Book Totem. Join Andrew on this epic adventure through a world filled with sorcery, danger, and unexpected twists. Will he overcome all the challenges and become the most powerful sorcerer of all time? Follow his thrilling journey and find out!

Omnivorous_Patha · Fantasy
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91 Chs

Freya's Past and Night Intimacy (R-18)

The bedroom was cloaked in the deep stillness of the night, the only light a dim glow from the moon seeping through the gaps in the curtains. Andrew and Freya lay entwined in each other's arms, asleep and breathing evenly and softly after an evening of passion. 

Suddenly, Freya stirred, a low whimper escaping her lips as her body tensed. She gasped loudly, jolting upright with a start. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her heart seemingly racing.

Andrew, ever the light sleeper, woke immediately. He turned to see Freya sitting upright, her silhouette trembling against the pale moonlight. Concern etched his features as he reached out to touch her arm. "Freya, what happened? Did you have a bad dream?"

Freya sighed, a long, weary sound that spoke of deep-seated distress escaping her lips. She nodded slowly, her eyes distant and haunted. "Yes, the same nightmare... It's always the same. Ever since I can remember."