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Blood Legacy: New World Of Doom

"Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen." Ikaris, a genius student admired, exploited, and hated all his life for his brilliance, suddenly finds himself transmigrated into The Forsaken Lands, a fantasy world of myriad species born with the ability to use magic with imagination as their only limit. Alas, this gift carries a curse. The more you use it, the closer you are to death. After thousands of years of decline, the Free Races are fast approaching their demise, their survival threatened by this curse and an enemy that will not rest until it has devoured them all. Literally. Former allies and enemies, prey and predators are now cornered behind a huge wall, forced to collaborate to resist their invader. But can so much resentment and hatred be washed away so easily? Can predators and prey really overcome their instincts in the face of a common foe? Follow him on his journey from an ordinary human to a shining existence that will overturn the order established since the dawn of time. From an innocent soul to a merciless demon. From a human to something else. ----- Discord link: https://discord.gg/d8udP7Q

Arkinslize · Fantasy
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They're All Taken

Ikaris brought his right hand up to his face and counted the rings on each of his fingers with a sigh. Except for his thumb, all his fingers were occupied. He lowered it and put the ring on his left middle finger. His ring finger was already encumbered with the ruby ring.

[Aura Concealment Ring (Gold): Allows you to reduce all auras emitted by the wearer to a limit equivalent to a Third Class Lord Sorcerer. NB: Not being able to actively use your spiritual energy Anaphiel set it so that only your Sorcerer cultivation is exposed.]

He was dumbfounded as he scanned the item. Gold Artifact? This woman, barely more exuberant than a reptile, was unexpectedly generous.

"That's quite a collection of rings you have there..." Anaphiel praised with a connoisseur's tone as she looked at his two ring-covered hands. "I wonder where you got them. You had that ruby ring last time, but where did the others come from?

"The ruby ring." Ikaris shrugged, unswerving.