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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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Stories And Gratitude

"The time with those Stampeding Bulls was a bit difficult, Albus here looked like he was ready to run, and with his gift active, he practically outran us back then." Ariana shook her head, retelling the time where they faced those beasts.

"It wasn't like that! You have to believe me, Lord Asher." Albus protested, red-faced. "It was along the lines of being the target."

"No, you caught yourself back there. And those Rock Bees too." Ariana grinned, now more or relaxed. "We had our armor on but you kept asking Barty to use his Air Vortex."

"This isn't the time to be sharing stories like that." Gellor coughed and interrupted his team. "Apologies, Lord Asher."

While these were the type of stories that mercenaries liked to recall in the tavern after the completion of a mission, he doubted that Asher would enjoy them since it showed a bit of the unprofessionalism of the team members.