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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. ______

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Early in the morning, William and Rosita visited the Wizard's place. They had to report this matter to him. 

They both sat down on the couches, next to each other. William was getting quite comfortable with Rosita. Real intimate. But he could not find a way to ask her out. After all, it was much harder given that this was the apolocalypse they were in. 

Rosita had no intentions other than finding that mole. She lost her family in the invasion of the creatures, so she had no one to protect from the mole other than the villagers. She was just doing her job. Doing the right thing. What she always did.

The Wizard sat opposite the two. He had a clay cup of coffee in his hands. The steam wafted from the cup, dancing until disappearance. The Wizard stared at Rosita and then at William. 

"Well," he said, "aren't you going enlighten me?"

William leaned in, "Ah, yes ... yes, we were."