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Magic's Return: I Can See The Spirits

The God of Magic stopped blessing his believers. The Tower of Magic, where the mages gathered and worshiped him was destroyed. Magic Fell. The surviving Mages were looked down upon by the rest of the world. Normal Mages, that is. The Mages from the Strongest Magic Family, the Vesta Family, were an exception. For 5000 years, the Vesta Family continued to produce exceptional Mages that were strong enough to resist other forces which came after their family heritage and treasures even without the Blessing of the God of Magic. Now, however, the Vesta Family found themselves in a difficult situation where they didn’t have a single capable heir. That was until, Christopher Davis, an underworld Gang Leader, transmigrates into the body of Vaan Astra Vesta, a well-known pushover and the ‘waste’ of the Vesta Family. Christopher, now Vaan, soon realized that he could see otherworldly magic spirits with knowledge so vast that the Magic books that the Vesta Family treasured for 5000 years were nothing in comparison. That, combined with Vaan’s own God-like Talent, The ‘Hope’ was born. A prodigy strong enough to not only protect the Vesta Family and its treasures, A prodigy who will restore Magic to its former glory was born. “Haa!? Who da fuck said a Mage can’t use fists!? That crab-like face of yours, I’ll punch it till it is deformed into something better looking!” And of course, Christopher’s gangster-like tendencies won’t just disappear. ... Cover: AI-Generated (Plus little editing) ... Discord: https://discord.gg/qZHRTHGdZG If the link does not work for some reason, DM me: sleepdeprivedsloth

SleepDeprivedSloth · Fantasy
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Take me as your disciple!

"I want your father."

Isabel spoke up and the entire room turned silent.

"…"

"…"

Both Vaan and Elara stared at her with frozen looks on their faces and finally,

"Haah?"

Vaan reacted.

There was a comical look on his face, soon however, that comical look turned into one filled with disgust and,

"Woman, are you out of your mind?

That old man may be handsome, I would know since I inherited his features, but he is still an old man.

He is over double your age and he is happily married, just what sort of sick thoughts do you have in your mind?"

"…what are you talking about?"

Isabel replied, it didn't take long for her cold, distant expression to fall off and be replaced by utter confusion.

"What do you mean you want my father!?" Vaan questioned.