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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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Three Steps (Part 1)

'The right question is: what has Lith taught me so far?' Aran started to review his brother's lessons since the camping trip near the Hot Pot.

Aran mulled over the methods to handle the elements of destruction, balance, and creation and the differences between them. As he did, he conjured the elements one by one in his mind, searching for the familiar feeling of elemental energy on his skin rather than a precise physical manifestation.

It took him a while to succeed but aside from a slight burning sensation in his abdomen, nothing happened.

'Yes! This is a great start!' Aran felt confident despite the fact that he had been at it for hours and had yet to achieve something.

He had just gotten used to conjuring all six elements in his mind when something slimy slithered on his face. It was wet, rough, and sticky, like a brush covered in tar.