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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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Unique Fusion (Part 4)

"But-" Everyone said in unison, each with a different degree of stuttering.

Orion and Vastor were awed at the presence of the mother of Forgemastering, Tessa and Fyrwal were moved by the sudden reunion with their friend, while Zoreth and Bytra were terrified by her wrath.

"Nice talk. Giddyap!" Menadion dug her taloned heels into Bytra's sides and the Raiju instinctively bolted forward like she had a Demon at her heels instead of on her back.

'Now we are talking.' Ripha said via a mind link as the Raiju's figure blurred even for Awakened eyes. 'Run to Epphy and don't stop even if it costs you your life.'

'Why me?' Bytra sweated bullets, but not from exertion.

It was a cold sweat born from guilt and fear.