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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. ______

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The knife stopped midway through puncturing Dobby's topmost skull. Dobby winced as if he had actually been stabbed, his chest rose and fell constantly.

Ashton cried, "Come on, Jin. This isn't like you!"

It grew awfully silent for a while. Jin hadn't said anything yet; he froze like a statue, towering over the petrified Dobby in his presence.

Jin was seething in rage. He stormed off, he opened his hands and his dagger disappeared. He walked down the flight of stairs, and started walking through the living room.

Cliff's head followed him like a camera. "Hey, Pin. You have my utmost condolences …" mischievousness to his tone. "I can't believe you killed your own—"

A dagger—with a luminously green contrail—went spinning and flipping toward Cliff's body. The dagger missed his head, and penetrated the soft material of the couch he had been sitting on.

Cliff looked at the dagger, and then looked at Jin again. "Your aim is horrible …" he knew Jin wasn't trying to actually hit him.