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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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The Power of Monster Cores (Part 2)

"The Dead King never used it as a brothel but as a place to gather all the people who could help him to surpass his brother.

"I was tasked with teaching him spearsmanship, Rakhan with how to fix his outdated Forgemastery, Termian strategy, and so on. Each one of us had their respective duty and by working together we had to help him understand his bloodline abilities."

"What the heck did he mean with 'pleasure', then?" Cyntra's words made sense, but Dusk didn't trust Orpal farther than he could bury him.

"The Dead King kept repeating that ever since he's met Night, he has never experienced a greater ecstasy than becoming stronger and trampling his enemies. He considered us the whetstone with which he sharpened his blade.

"As long as he had use for us, he didn't dare harm us or force us to turn into his Chosen."

"Because of his good heart?" The Red Sun furrowed his brows in disbelief.