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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 · แฟนตาซี
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Saved At Last

Unlike Kiana who was unconfident about her accuracy, Lucius immediately watched the movements between Bordeaux and the Viscountess and then stepped in and slashed towards the Mad Blade.

Lucius's timing was impeccable, Viscountess Blackshield had moved back at that exact moment to avoid Bordeaux's blow, and this actually left an opening to the man's side.

If it were not for Bordeaux's boots that hastened his speed, sharpened senses or not, he might have gotten hit. He stepped back a little, a grin curled on his lips as he nodded at Asher.

"Was wondering when you'd join in, young lord!" Bordeaux called out.

Fights were supposed to be fast, quick and ended decisively with the least amount of conversation but somehow the Mad Blade was able to make it so that he could speak, prattle and annoy the ones he was fighting with while not even breaking a sweat.