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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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Visions

I was paralyzed—supine; staring at the stars of the night sky—horrorstruck after witnessing the death of Hanso, despite this scene being played all in my head. Miguel fell into sight as Hanso left. But for some reason, in an instant, I saw him as Jin—Jin holding a strange cracking object in his hands, wearing a smirk on his face, his eyes glowing green. Miguel had then given me a helping hand, snapping me out of the world in which I saw nothing but death and unfathomable anomalies. 

I fumbled. But eventually, I took hold of Miguel's hand, missing at first due to the darkness but then ultimately making a trembling yet strong clutch at it. Miguel wasted no time. I was pulled up to my feet again. Ensuingly, the pain from Hanso's thundered strikes to my core perpetuated. To which, I could only wince.

"Are you okay, Ash?" asked Miguel, apparently concerned. 

Ash. 

Ash.

Ash. 

Ash. 

Ashhh.