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Magic's Return: I Can See The Spirits

The God of Magic stopped blessing his believers. The Tower of Magic, where the mages gathered and worshiped him was destroyed. Magic Fell. The surviving Mages were looked down upon by the rest of the world. Normal Mages, that is. The Mages from the Strongest Magic Family, the Vesta Family, were an exception. For 5000 years, the Vesta Family continued to produce exceptional Mages that were strong enough to resist other forces which came after their family heritage and treasures even without the Blessing of the God of Magic. Now, however, the Vesta Family found themselves in a difficult situation where they didn’t have a single capable heir. That was until, Christopher Davis, an underworld Gang Leader, transmigrates into the body of Vaan Astra Vesta, a well-known pushover and the ‘waste’ of the Vesta Family. Christopher, now Vaan, soon realized that he could see otherworldly magic spirits with knowledge so vast that the Magic books that the Vesta Family treasured for 5000 years were nothing in comparison. That, combined with Vaan’s own God-like Talent, The ‘Hope’ was born. A prodigy strong enough to not only protect the Vesta Family and its treasures, A prodigy who will restore Magic to its former glory was born. “Haa!? Who da fuck said a Mage can’t use fists!? That crab-like face of yours, I’ll punch it till it is deformed into something better looking!” And of course, Christopher’s gangster-like tendencies won’t just disappear. ... Cover: AI-Generated (Plus little editing) ... Discord: https://discord.gg/qZHRTHGdZG If the link does not work for some reason, DM me: sleepdeprivedsloth

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Young Master isn’t scared, is he?

"Young Master Vaan." Roland greeted him when he saw Vaan walking into the room. 

Seeing that, Vaan's mouth twitched. 

'Why is everyone related to that bitch always acts like a bitch?' 

He didn't like how Roland greeted him without standing up. Although Vaan wasn't someone stuck up about manners and things like that, being disrespected like this was unfortunately not one of his hobbies. 

"Roland." 

Vaan greeted back as he sat on the chair in front of Roland. 

Honestly, Vaan was getting used to this guest room now. That was how many times he had used it. 

'Haah… why am I so popular…' 

Vaan sighed. 

"It has been a while since we last met, Young Master." Roland started.