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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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Victims and Perpetrators (Part 2)

'Whatever Nalrond does to me, I deserve it. This pain is the consequence of my actions and I'm owning it for once.' Acala thought.

"You destroyed my village!" Nalrond yelled as a left-handed slash cleaved Acala's arm at shoulder level and the limb into four smaller pieces.

No blood spurted from the wounds. The heat cauterized them instantly, searing the flesh and releasing a barbeque smell.

"You killed my people!" A right-handed strike tore apart the remaining arm as well.

"You killed my family! My wife!" Nalrond crossed his claws into an X-shaped cut that severed Acala's legs, leaving him a helpless stump.

"How dare you stand here like nothing happened?" The Rezar lifted Acala from the collar of his shirt, his eyes burning with mana while his claws sizzled on contact with the flesh. "How dare you live in comfort, well-fed and dressed while I couldn't even collect the ashes of my people?