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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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[Introduction] New World (Part 8)

Noah had made it to the porch, where the anomalous man stood. The man remained at the door; waiting patiently, and knocking every now and then. He seemed ... half dead. 

His entire body was doused in blood. Noah loitered behind him, keeping the knife behind his back. The man seemed to have a malicious presence. Why was he here today? He did look quite familiar, but the blood and wounds had shrouded his normal look. The man, Tim, slowly looked over his shoulder such that he was looking right at Noah.

Noah had jumped a bit, but hadn't moved. He kept his distance, still holding his knife behind his back.

Tim asked, "Are you Ash's kid or nephew or whatever? I can't remember his face ..."

Noah had fumbled. "Of course not, weirdo. That would be Noah. I'm Stan, and I'm here to give Noah something," Noah peered closely at him, "I've never seen you here before. Who are you?"