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The Hunter's Mark

Three thousand years ago. The seven most powerful magicians in the world, The Sacred Virtues, sealed the evil Four Horsemen by using the magic power of sixteen people. Three thousand years later. Humans continue to choose sixteen people who will sacrifice their magic to keep the evil sealed. Malcom is one of these ‘lucky’ people as soon as he was born. Because of being chosen as the bearer of the Mark, Malcom could only use a part of his magic. How could he then live normally when everything in the world requires magic to function? He was considered weak, thus became a social outcast. Tired of being mistreated and humiliated, Malcom fights to prove his true worth. But things get even more complicated when fanatical Horsemen worshiping fans begin kidnapping the Marked people like him… *** Author's Note: 3 chapters or more every Friday 100 Power Stones = +1 Extra ch/week 300 Power Stones = +2 Extra ch/week 700 Power Stones = +4 Extra ch/week 1000 Power Stones = +7 Extra ch/week Extra chapters will be published at the end of each week based on the power stones earned that week. Want to sponsor an extra chapter? Send a gift of 1000 coins and you will also get a shout out. Thank you!

slevink · Fantaisie
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A New Way to Fight

In the morning when he woke up, he just left the room, and he saw Jamal, this time he was not in a suit, he had a long jumpsuit and a light t-shirt. 

"Clare will cover for me today with Diangelo. You and I will start working," Jamal said with a smile as soon as he saw Malcom. 

Malcom looked at him, and walking, they both began to talk. Malcom had many questions and did not know where to start. 

But the one who started was Jamal.

"Who taught you to fight?" Jamal asked curiously. 

Malcom did not understand the question. He was looking at Jamal for a moment, thinking. He then clarified, "You mean the ideas on my cards?" 

Jamal shook his head. "That's not the only thing you use to fight, right?" He asked with a playful smirk. "Of course, it's nothing like that, kid. I mean, your blows, kicks, and the handling of the sword, those things, who taught you?"