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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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Face the Darkness (Part 4)

"This form is strong because it's linked to my few happy childhood memories. That burst of light was out of the strong emotions that the good news gave me." The man replied.

"Those wandering souls have nothing left, that's why they are so weak. Remember who and what you are fighting for!"

Locrias had no lungs, yet he took a deep breath.

He remembered about the day he had been admitted to the Crystal Griffon Academy and then to the Queen's Corps. About the day he had met his wife and about the day she had proposed to her.

He thought about the day his daughter was born. Of the first time she had said the words "dada". Then, he dreamed of being there for her on the day of her wedding and walking her to the altar.

His whole body burst with new energy as the uniform of the Queen's Corps shapeshifted into an exact replica of the childish portrait that she had drawn for his birthday back when she was five years old.