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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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Historic Event (Part 1)

"I knew this would happen, silly songbird!" Leegaain popped out of thin air in front of Lith's family, shielding the spectators personally but standing right in front of Kamila, just to be safe.

Thanks to the Phoenixes, the conflagration would have just sent her and the others belly up. Maybe suffering a few scratches from the impact with the coarse sand. Yet the mere aura of the Guardian of the Empire was enough to neutralize what remained of the shockwave.

Once the dust settled, the Blood Plains had to be renamed the Crystal Plains. The heat released by the blades' collision had vitrified the sand, turning it into a meters-thick glass that spread as far as the eye could see.

Salaark was the only one standing, a still-bleeding deep wound was open on her neck and chest while she pointed her blade at Tezka's brain. Her blade and armor were damaged, but they healed as fast as her body, returning to their peak condition in an instant.