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Blood Legacy: New World Of Doom

"Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen." Ikaris, a genius student admired, exploited, and hated all his life for his brilliance, suddenly finds himself transmigrated into The Forsaken Lands, a fantasy world of myriad species born with the ability to use magic with imagination as their only limit. Alas, this gift carries a curse. The more you use it, the closer you are to death. After thousands of years of decline, the Free Races are fast approaching their demise, their survival threatened by this curse and an enemy that will not rest until it has devoured them all. Literally. Former allies and enemies, prey and predators are now cornered behind a huge wall, forced to collaborate to resist their invader. But can so much resentment and hatred be washed away so easily? Can predators and prey really overcome their instincts in the face of a common foe? Follow him on his journey from an ordinary human to a shining existence that will overturn the order established since the dawn of time. From an innocent soul to a merciless demon. From a human to something else. ----- Discord link: https://discord.gg/d8udP7Q

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"Thanks... I heard about that crime." The teen fumbled for a response as he received the ring.

He was somewhat baffled. If he could acquire such a ring he wouldn't have to wait until he could control his spirit power to use a Spatial Ring.

'You can only empty it once. Not refill it." Magnus reminded him with a snicker. 'Not every store you enter will be a huge conglomerate like Lord's Paradise. Not only will there not necessarily be a Sorcerer capable of handling a Spatial Ring, but it would also be the height of stupidity to lend it, even for a short time to a stranger. The only reason the courier agreed to entrust this ring to Ramiro is because House Morgunis has a reputation to uphold. For the highborn, abstract concepts like reputation and honor are far more tangible chains than any handcuffs.'

While the old Vampire was educating Ikaris, Ramiro continued to speak more sternly this time,