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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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Due Process (Part 1)

"Your children?" Dervalos repeated in disbelief.

"Yes, our children." Xenagrosh the Final Smile snarled, her form flickering between human, Dragon, and her old Abomination form.

She had always liked Zinya's children and the bond with the Master made her love them. Yet after Elysia's birth, her maternal instinct was cranked up to eleven. Her unbridled fury was so great that it suppressed Bytra's blood madness.

 "Our children." Nandi, or better, Kimbug the Bloody Abyss, said after emerging from another portal.

Quomar the Vampire couldn't believe his own eyes as all the worst nightmares on Mogar seemed to have come to life just to pay him a visit.

"We'll take it from here, Lord Vastor." Tezka jokingly gave the salute before grabbing an undead with each of his tails. "Please, do try and run away. We love ourselves a good chase."

His lips curled up in something too cruel to call it a smile.