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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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3215 Chs

War Gala (Part 2)

"What did you dare say about my daughter?" Kamila had also gained enhanced hearing due to Awakening and Elysia's growing strength.

"The truth, Baroness Verhen." The Grand Duchess said with the condescending smile she used to address the dumbest members of her house staff. "Can you deny being an oath breaker? That the child you carry is a hybrid? I don't think so."

"I can't." Kamila nodded. "Just like you can't deny that one of your sons needed a Royal Pardon to get out with his skin from those rape charges. Or that one of your cousins has been caught for embezzlement and fraud. Do you want me to continue?"

The Grand Duchess went pale, losing her hilarity. The bigger and older a noble family was, the more dirt they had. Kamila was a Constable and could have gone on for an hour about the crimes of her relatives.