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Supreme Magus

Derek McCoy was a man who spent his entire life facing adversity and injustice. After being forced to settle with surviving rather than living, he had finally found his place in the world, until everything was taken from him one last time. After losing his life to avenge his murdered brother, he reincarnates until he finds a world worth living in, a world filled with magic and monsters. Follow him along his journey, from grieving brother to alien soldier. From infant to Supreme Magus. ------------------------------------------- Tags: Transmigration, Male MC, Western Fantasy Schedule: 12 chapters/week (unless I'm ill or stuff happens) Chapter Lenght: 1200 - 1400 words Warning: The MC is not a hero nor an anti-hero. He is a broken, cynic and misanthropic person looking only for his own gain. If you are looking for a forgiving, nice, MC that goes around saving people in distress, this is not your cup of tea. Same if you want an unchanging MC with no character development. ------------------------------------------- Discord Server: https://discord.gg/suprememagus ---------------------------------------- Cover of Tiamat form Lith Verhen by josh groban aka manohar aka Animustw. My new Pfp was made by Josh (same as above). Visit the official discord for his official portraits of the characters.

Legion20 · Fantasy
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Life Poisoning (Part 1)

'Undead using light magic spells is beyond odd. It's utterly dangerous. I must quickly inform the others!' Kalla rushed downstairs, where everyone but Lith was done with their own research.

"I made an amazing discovery." Friya said. "The mold is indeed negatively affecting the tree, but the tree's life force has been unaffected by the infestation thanks to an external life flow that helps it to heal and adapt.

"It's just a matter of time before the tree develops an immunity and the parasite gets destroyed. It explains why no one bothered killing it."

"Yet I think the mold played an important role in weakening the tree-house." Phloria pointed at the still lingering silver ghosts. "They have been placed on purpose between patches of mold, but I have no idea why."

"If only my amulet worked, I could take scans of the devices they used and ask Dad or the army about their runes.