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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

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Bandit Hunters

"Anything, sir, lord!" the nervous one said while the other also nodded his head promptly.

"You have mentioned that there is a group of people hunting down bandits? Tell me more about who they are and how the two of you evaded their capture." Lucius said.

'Based on the delays of their arrival here, I can easily conclude that they must have done a lot of running and hiding to survive.' Lucius thought.

The two were indeed bandits and were dressed in a manner that was actually befitting of their station. However, in addition to the usual bandit attire, one could notice the grass, mud and other signs of running for their lives on their attire.

'If it truly weren't for Lord Asher needing answers from them, then I wouldn't have even allowed a single one of them to approach. I can smell their stench all the way from here. It's an unpleasant odor of sweat along with grass and others…' Kiana thought as she scrunched up her nose in disgust.