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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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Welcome Committee (Part 2)

Neither of them liked being on the receiving end of an insult.

"That's a good one." Lith laughed at the joke as well, making everyone agree and glare at him. "Can I help you guys with something or is this just a friendly visit?"

"I hope this answers your question." Rem snapped her fingers and the various units of merfolk produced splashes of water that reached high above the Wayfinder, splitting sunlight into many rainbows on its passage.

Others conjured waves tall enough to reach the soldiers and pass them baskets filled with seafood and colorful garlands made from unknown algae.

"Don't worry we have already removed the poison." A female merfolk said with a warm smile only after a soldier had already worn the garland, creeping him out.

The poor man was torn between the instinct to throw it away and the desire to not disrespect his hosts.

His expression was so awkward that the merfolk burst into a gurgle of laughter.