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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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This is the end.

*BOOM* *BOOM* *BOOM*

It was one explosion after the another, the scale of the explosions wasn't small either, the spells used for explosions were all 7 Circle Spells that were far stronger than spells Vaan had ever seen in his life.

Vaan couldn't help but stare at the scene in front of him with a dazed look on his face.

In the dead center of the chaos, stood a Mage whose hair was flowing upward as an unending amount of power was released from her body. The red-haired woman looked like a God of War who had descended onto the world. It seemed as if no force was strong enough to stop her.

With her chants over and the unending whirlpool of energy entering her body, it was as if Veronica had ascended to a completely different level.

As a 7th Circle Mage, Veronica was already as monstrous as one could imagine, now however, things were even more absurd.