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Supreme Magus

Derek McCoy was a man who spent his entire life facing adversity and injustice. After being forced to settle with surviving rather than living, he had finally found his place in the world, until everything was taken from him one last time. After losing his life to avenge his murdered brother, he reincarnates until he finds a world worth living in, a world filled with magic and monsters. Follow him along his journey, from grieving brother to alien soldier. From infant to Supreme Magus. ------------------------------------------- Tags: Transmigration, Male MC, Western Fantasy Schedule: 12 chapters/week (unless I'm ill or stuff happens) Chapter Lenght: 1200 - 1400 words Warning: The MC is not a hero nor an anti-hero. He is a broken, cynic and misanthropic person looking only for his own gain. If you are looking for a forgiving, nice, MC that goes around saving people in distress, this is not your cup of tea. Same if you want an unchanging MC with no character development. ------------------------------------------- Discord Server: https://discord.gg/suprememagus ---------------------------------------- Cover of Tiamat form Lith Verhen by josh groban aka manohar aka Animustw. My new Pfp was made by Josh (same as above). Visit the official discord for his official portraits of the characters.

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Birthdays (Part 1)

"What do you think, Solus?" Lith asked.

"That for a ring that required simple ingredients and a single pseudo core it took a lot of effort making it. A Skinwalker armor uses four pseudo cores at once and if they all grow up to 120% your maximum magical power, it will take 480% of your output to make just one.

"The runes we have currently available are not up to the task. Any attempt to craft a masterpiece is doomed to fail." She said.

"Hey, being a pessimist is my thing. You should be the one looking at the bright side. I mean, we wasted no purified Orichalcum and can make more rings." Lith replied.

"I'm sorry. It's just that even if you can't notice it, under my golden glow I'm green with envy." Solus was gripping her own hammer as hard as she could in frustration.

She was staring at the ring without floating around as usual. Her head was low and her shoulders slouched, making her look even smaller than she was.