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Epic Of The Demonic Sage

Lucius was a man born to a pair of lowly servants that worked for the Great Demon worshiping Barrom clan. Growing up in the harsh conditions of the Barrom clan where magic and power reigned supreme, he weathered through humiliation and schemes. Knowing that he wanted to be the oppressor than the oppressed, he began his conquest. Not averse to betraying or scheming, Lucius made use of his allies as mere pawns to be sacrificed. Learning that a powerful artifact lost eons ago was hidden in an ancient ruin, Lucius betrayed and sacrificed one of his closest people, his lover without hesitation. But he didn’t know that fate had a different plan for him and the artifact he had yearned for would send his soul hurtling across the cosmos, forcing it into the broken body of a young man called Asher Inanis. Coming to his senses he finds the world to be completely different where the magic of his previous world did not exist, but what did was ‘Gifts’. Witness how he learns about the world, gains power and reigns supreme against all odds becoming the Demonic Sage. P.S. This is a slow paced novel and has a lot of world development at start. If this is not to your taste, you may not like it. *** I do not own the cover, will remove it if asked. --- join the discord server : discord.gg/fkTbUfBRsH

Grand_Void_Daoist · Fantasi
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Bandits Hunting Bandits

"Excuse me, I think we've already received enough information about this Bordeaux individual," Kiana said curtly. "We already know that he's a threat but there has been no mention of the other criminals that are supposed to be here."

"Huh, so it's been a she all along." Carlyle whispered and nudged Cohen with his elbow. "You owe me money."

Kiana had mostly kept her distance when dealing with the criminals and always kept her hood on alongside Asher, and she also didn't talk much either except for now.

"Now's not the time, Carlyle." Cohen hissed slightly and tried to look more pissed at his companion. 

There had been some occasional bets on what lay underneath the hood or who they have been dealing with, but it was mostly discussed when they were in their private rooms or their home in the rehabilitation center.