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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. ______

SkyStrider · Fantaisie
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261 Chs

Day Two in the New World

I woke up, turning to my side. There was a pain in the ribs of said side. So I turned to my other side. The pain was there too. I slowly raised upright, only my feet and my behind touching the floor. My eyes were kept closed. I had a penchant for sleeping on the sides as opposed to the back. But I couldn't get any of that last night. The floor was also really flat and hard on my back. I cursed.

I opened my eyes only to see Hanso, Xavier, and hundreds more familiar corpses lingering on the floor in a striking slew of atrocities. Blood, a lot of blood. And juxtaposed, stood a figure with green, glowing eyes; wearing a perpetual smirk amidst all of this

I quickly squeezed my eyes shut, and tried to slow my breath. I slowly exhaled and opened my eyes again. I was just staring at the opposite wall of the alley. I sighed in relief. Another factor that contributed to my insomnia was the endless reign of nightmares.