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The Hunter's Mark

Three thousand years ago. The seven most powerful magicians in the world, The Sacred Virtues, sealed the evil Four Horsemen by using the magic power of sixteen people. Three thousand years later. Humans continue to choose sixteen people who will sacrifice their magic to keep the evil sealed. Malcom is one of these ‘lucky’ people as soon as he was born. Because of being chosen as the bearer of the Mark, Malcom could only use a part of his magic. How could he then live normally when everything in the world requires magic to function? He was considered weak, thus became a social outcast. Tired of being mistreated and humiliated, Malcom fights to prove his true worth. But things get even more complicated when fanatical Horsemen worshiping fans begin kidnapping the Marked people like him… *** Author's Note: 3 chapters or more every Friday 100 Power Stones = +1 Extra ch/week 300 Power Stones = +2 Extra ch/week 700 Power Stones = +4 Extra ch/week 1000 Power Stones = +7 Extra ch/week Extra chapters will be published at the end of each week based on the power stones earned that week. Want to sponsor an extra chapter? Send a gift of 1000 coins and you will also get a shout out. Thank you!

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Battle in the Library (2)

Once in the air, the fly was preparing to attack the Marked. But, just as the enemy was approaching, the card that Malcom had left on the ground activated. 

Several chains became entangled in the body of the fly, preventing it from flying off. 

He tried with great force to break the chains, but it withstood the pressure, and in the air, Malcom felt satisfied with the creation. 

With speed, he touched his vest again to call out two more cards and fling them in the direction of the fly.

From the air, the cards were activated. One was a huge shower of consecutive spears, while the other was an endless shower of flying knives, all in the direction of the fly. 

The number of attacks was such that when they hit the ground, a huge cloud of smoke rose with the roar as Malcom landed on the other side of the corridor.