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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

Killed One Hundred Times (Part 1)

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In a room littered with blood, engulfed in blood, buried in blood ... Dobby, swathed in blood, loitered. Standing with his fingers clutched around bloody scissors. Bemused, he panted; unable to catch his breath. The pain was once there. But what was once there, was now unbiddenly lost. 

Taking the egregious condition of the room into account, Dobby had been obviously experimenting, meddling about with this new anomaly by which he had been seemingly hexed. 

He heaved, uneasy. What was happening to him? He darted toward his wardrobe mirror. Panic-stricken, he peered at his reflection. Why was his skin becoming so awfully pale? His countenance was besieged by absolute horror.