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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.

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101 Flames (Part 1)

To make matters worse, the wingtips were long claws that the Demon kept ready to slash in the case the Emperor Beast tried to attack him from the sides. The two warriors had yet to perform a single attack but the Roc was already losing.

Asa kept retreating and Locrias kept advancing, but soon the Roc's back would reach the wall. When that happened, the fight would end. Emperor Beasts were used to overpowering smaller opponents by exploiting their raw strength and speed.

Yet the Demon in front of her was capable of following her every move with his six eyes and Asa's simple attack patterns were like child's play compared to Locrias' swordsmanship.

The Roc's instinct told her that if she let the fight come down to close-quarters, she would die. The feral wings, the cruel blade, the hunger that the body made of darkness exuded, everything in the Demon seemed to have been made to kill.