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Loki’s Successor System

Jin, a crippled teenager, lives in a multicultural society with a plethora of fantastical races all living in a modern world, where ordinary citizens are suppressed of magic at birth. Whereas, the Government, and people working for them, keep all of the Magic themselves. Jin’s entire teenage life changes forever on the last day of a stressful school term. He had been bestowed the power of a God. The power of the God of Mischief. Jin is caught in many dire situations given that he has been bestowed the system. Slowly, Jin becomes more powerful, and more … evil. The system slowly diminishes his sentience, and he transgresses to the cusps of the Mischief God he was destined to be. When later, all of the citizens, who’ve been suppressed of their magic at birth, begins to get their abilities awakened again. And the demon race, the most rebellious race, attacks the city for the systems. ______ The prologue is short because … let’s face it—nobody likes prologues… ———- Cover created and owned by the Author… ______ EXTRA - Update Stability: 1-3 Chapters per day, depending on power stone votes. Tropes you’ll find in this novel: Mature Content: If you can bare swear words, and some gore here and there, you’ll be fine reading this. R18 doesn’t imply rape and sexual content. System: There is a system, but it isn't the entirety of the story. The system isn’t the main focus here. Magical Realism: If you love magical realism, this might be your spice. Good paced Weak-to-Strong: MC will grow in strength at a respectable pace with the help of his system. ______

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Clash of Cops (Part 3)

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Standing unmoving before Jin, loitered Officer Alexandro—the Italian officer with an unfathomable teleportation ability. Of such he wished be unrivaled, and ... this was certainly clear upon acknowledging his search for people with abilities akin to his.

Jin stood in tattered clothes, panting with his dagger in hand. His face was swollen and swathed in blood. The agony he felt was alluding, such that it was perceivable to his foes. This choice to take on more than thirty officers, it was more so a folly than an act of thought, indeed.

Joan was astounded. She walked forward, and shortly halted to get better visual of the man standing before them. She gasped. So it was him after all. S-rank officer, Alexandro—second only to a measly few in New York. He stood, arrogantly, wearing a smirk on his visage as if it were a mask. Joan knotted her brows ...