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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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Thank You (Part 1)

Trouble and Raptor were already standing guard outside the royal box in the form of armored knights and now they had company. Eyes opened and claws formed inside every shadow in the Opera House, watching and listening for threats.

The phenomenon spread all over the city of Valeron until only the Royal Palace was spared and only because its powerful arrays stopped the creeping shadows.

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After the end of the play, Lith took everyone for a walk to enjoy the capital by night and then for a snack. The Verhen women with their elegant dresses and fine jewelry turned quite a few heads.

Some even of 180° when they belonged to criminals or petty thieves who had dared to look at them for too long or too hard. The army of Demons was still there, invisible but ready to strike at the slightest provocation.