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Epic Of The Demonic Sage

Lucius was a man born to a pair of lowly servants that worked for the Great Demon worshiping Barrom clan. Growing up in the harsh conditions of the Barrom clan where magic and power reigned supreme, he weathered through humiliation and schemes. Knowing that he wanted to be the oppressor than the oppressed, he began his conquest. Not averse to betraying or scheming, Lucius made use of his allies as mere pawns to be sacrificed. Learning that a powerful artifact lost eons ago was hidden in an ancient ruin, Lucius betrayed and sacrificed one of his closest people, his lover without hesitation. But he didn’t know that fate had a different plan for him and the artifact he had yearned for would send his soul hurtling across the cosmos, forcing it into the broken body of a young man called Asher Inanis. Coming to his senses he finds the world to be completely different where the magic of his previous world did not exist, but what did was ‘Gifts’. Witness how he learns about the world, gains power and reigns supreme against all odds becoming the Demonic Sage. P.S. This is a slow paced novel and has a lot of world development at start. If this is not to your taste, you may not like it. *** I do not own the cover, will remove it if asked. --- join the discord server : discord.gg/fkTbUfBRsH

Grand_Void_Daoist · 奇幻
分數不夠
509 Chs

Nervous Bantering

"Pretty strong?" Lucius raised a brow and crossed his arms together. "I do need far more details than this, gentlemen."

Helm and Peter glanced at the body language of Lucius and immediately felt nervous.

From the way that Lucius crossed his arms, to the way that he sat on his chair and glanced in their direction—it was unnerving.

The two bandits ended up racking their brains hard.

'I do not think that Leif will actually help us if we were to displease this man in front of us. We've come here asking for shelter but if we don't actually do anything, well then we're dying.' Helm thought.

"T-that's easy, you saw the Gifts that they were using, right, Helm?" Peter turned to his friend, trying to ignore the death looks that were coming from the other person behind Sir Lucius.