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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. ______

SkyStrider · Fantasie
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261 Chs

Apprentice (Part 2)

[Strength: 85]

[Health: 110] 

[Speed: 68] 

[Skill: 81] 

[UP: 3]

[Exp: 58/100| Level 14]]

Jin sat atop the Great Walls of the Colony which was still nameless at the moment. His view of the village was quite staggering. Being that high up, and having the building and people appearing as dots below his feet delivered a sensation of chauvinism to him. He felt like a towering God. Albeit, like always, his gaze upon all below him was yet again disturbed.

He felt a faint rumbling in the wall upon which he perched. He bothered not checking the source of this rumbling since he savvied precisely from whom it came. This rumbling was spelled by the apprentice trying to climb the wall. 

The boy had thrust his fingers into the walls several times, leaving behind holes as he climbed. Although the damage was mild, unbeknownst to him there would be a huge ensuing punishment should the Wizard get wind of this.