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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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Creation Magic (Part 2)

'How did it go?' Lith was now panting as well and his violet mana ran on fumes.

'It went great!' Solus gave him a telepathic applause. 'You really are a talented Forgemaster. By my Mom, I wish I had a violet core too. At my current level, I lack the raw power that good Creation Magic requires.

'Even using Domination to simplify things can only bring me so far.'

'Wait, you managed to mix Domination with Creation Magic?' Lith blurted out in surprise, receiving a nod in reply. 'Also, are you telling me that I just succeeded?'

'Define succeeding.'

A cracking noise had him turn back to the dagger as the first fissure appeared on its surface. The Davross screeched like an agonizing beast as the internal pressure due to the compressed metal and faulty spells built up.

'Was that sarcasm? How do you call this talent?'