Legion20

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.

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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.
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Discord Server: https://discord.gg/suprememagus
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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.

Supreme Magus

"I don't care what's happening to the Light Torch, send the elite squads to the tower, now!" Ykrah said in his communication amulet as soon as he noticed that Solus was back to her peak condition.

Thanks to the cover that Final Sunset had provided her, Solus had managed to use Invigoration without Ykrah's Life Vision noticing. Thanks to the Forbidden Sun, she could use the breathing technique to its fullest and even exploit her tower half to repair and enhance her equipment.

'I don't get it. A spell of that caliber should have finished her off along with my subjects. Yet no one died.' Ykrah thought while Solus charged at him.

Lith descended among the injured Kolgans that were still regenerating, grabbing one of them with each of his hands and wings. His touch was delicate, yet they all started to scream as their shadows came to life and devoured them.

Bets and Arsenals (Part 1)