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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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Fire of Knowledge (Part 2)

"Gods, why?" As he raised his hands to the sky in frustration, the spike blades on his arms went back under the bone spikes and then came out from the other side, slightly above the elbow.

"My guess is that your species is supposed to use them to impale anyone dumb enough to charge at you." Lith pointed out.

"While in your more-human-than-beast form, the knee blades are useless.

"Yet in your other form, you are forced in a half-sitting position to sustain your massive upper body. I suppose the knee blades and tail make up for the impossibility of kicking."

"Good to know!" Nalrond scoffed. "How do I retract them?"

"Practice. Lots of practice." Friya patted his back, deciding it was safer to leave him alone until she could take a good look with her breathing technique to his new body.

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The night went uneventful and by the next morning everyone had recovered and the Agni had gotten the hang of the retractable blades.