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Magic's Return: I Can See The Spirits

The God of Magic stopped blessing his believers. The Tower of Magic, where the mages gathered and worshiped him was destroyed. Magic Fell. The surviving Mages were looked down upon by the rest of the world. Normal Mages, that is. The Mages from the Strongest Magic Family, the Vesta Family, were an exception. For 5000 years, the Vesta Family continued to produce exceptional Mages that were strong enough to resist other forces which came after their family heritage and treasures even without the Blessing of the God of Magic. Now, however, the Vesta Family found themselves in a difficult situation where they didn’t have a single capable heir. That was until, Christopher Davis, an underworld Gang Leader, transmigrates into the body of Vaan Astra Vesta, a well-known pushover and the ‘waste’ of the Vesta Family. Christopher, now Vaan, soon realized that he could see otherworldly magic spirits with knowledge so vast that the Magic books that the Vesta Family treasured for 5000 years were nothing in comparison. That, combined with Vaan’s own God-like Talent, The ‘Hope’ was born. A prodigy strong enough to not only protect the Vesta Family and its treasures, A prodigy who will restore Magic to its former glory was born. “Haa!? Who da fuck said a Mage can’t use fists!? That crab-like face of yours, I’ll punch it till it is deformed into something better looking!” And of course, Christopher’s gangster-like tendencies won’t just disappear. ... Cover: AI-Generated (Plus little editing) ... Discord: https://discord.gg/qZHRTHGdZG If the link does not work for some reason, DM me: sleepdeprivedsloth

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What is happening here!?

"Oi, 

Do you have a Deathwish or something?" 

A student sitting in the class spoke up. 

"Huh…?" 

The people from the group who just came into the classroom momentarily froze. It was as if they couldn't believe that someone actually dared to open his mouth when they were all standing in front of them. 

All of them started looking around, trying to find the person who spoke up, they, however, didn't have to do that as Vaan stood from his seat and started walking towards them with his hands in his pockets. 

"Who are you?" The student who looked like the leader of the group of swordsmen questioned with a frown on his face. 

He had never seen Vaan before, so he assumed that he was a new student. 

Vaan, however, completely ignored his question and glanced at the sword stuck on the student's waist,