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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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Gutted Prey (Part 2)

"Not a clue, sorry." The Chronicler bent down and picked up Ragnarök, appreciating its perfect balance. "Marvellous. My master was right. When Verhen remade War into Ragnarök, he removed the self-destruction protocol."

"It would have been weird otherwise." The Zouwu shrugged. "Verhen was about to have a baby and probably wanted his spawn to inherit the blade. I'll take it as well."

"Don't push your luck, Zouwu!" V'horr used his mana to imprint the angry blade. "Verhen may have been a monster, but he was also a great Forgemaster and received Salaark's teachings.

"I'm taking his equipment with me. My master needs it to crack the secrets of Creation Magic."

In response to the imprint, metal spikes erupted from the hilt, piercing the Chronicler's skin and drawing his blood.

"Right! The blood imprint. The rumors were true!" He said in excitement as the power of the blade flowed inside his body. "What do you think you are doing?"