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Loki’s Successor System

Jin, a crippled teenager, lives in a multicultural society with a plethora of fantastical races all living in a modern world, where ordinary citizens are suppressed of magic at birth. Whereas, the Government, and people working for them, keep all of the Magic themselves. Jin’s entire teenage life changes forever on the last day of a stressful school term. He had been bestowed the power of a God. The power of the God of Mischief. Jin is caught in many dire situations given that he has been bestowed the system. Slowly, Jin becomes more powerful, and more … evil. The system slowly diminishes his sentience, and he transgresses to the cusps of the Mischief God he was destined to be. When later, all of the citizens, who’ve been suppressed of their magic at birth, begins to get their abilities awakened again. And the demon race, the most rebellious race, attacks the city for the systems. ______ The prologue is short because … let’s face it—nobody likes prologues… ———- Cover created and owned by the Author… ______ EXTRA - Update Stability: 1-3 Chapters per day, depending on power stone votes. Tropes you’ll find in this novel: Mature Content: If you can bare swear words, and some gore here and there, you’ll be fine reading this. R18 doesn’t imply rape and sexual content. System: There is a system, but it isn't the entirety of the story. The system isn’t the main focus here. Magical Realism: If you love magical realism, this might be your spice. Good paced Weak-to-Strong: MC will grow in strength at a respectable pace with the help of his system. ______

SkyStrider · แฟนตาซี
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261 Chs

Beaten to a pulp

We slumped against the filthy walls of the same alley in which we were assaulted. The enemy had encroached our little hideout, some even ambushed us from behind. I caught a quite familiar whiff.

Striking and metallic, leaning toward the more foul side. It was a bothersome stench, wafting through the air. And such stenches were emanating from none other than our own bodies. Our battered bodies. Cuts, and scratches and swollen areas. If anything, that stench had to be our blood.

The blood of failures. 

I didn't have the eyes to prove that it was blood. It was too dark. But I did know we took quite the beating. We were beaten left, right and center. There was not a single place in which I hadn't felt pain. An excruciating aftermath indeed.