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

"What's wrong with you idiots?" Lekha roared in outrage as she assumed her Chiropteran form again. "We are now stronger than any other child of the Blood Mother has ever been, yet you've been cornered by two mere flesh bags!"

"That's not a nice thing to say to someone you've just met." Friya Blinked away to escape the two undead charging at her while Nalrond tackled the third.

The Ghoul bit and clawed to escape from his grip, but the Adamant didn't budge.

Cursing his bad luck, the Ghoul took the mana blade he used for mining from his pocket and stabbed at the Rezar's neck. The pure mana cut through the enchanted metal and pierced the scales underneath, but it was too short to reach the flesh.

Nalrond felt a painful sting, but nothing more.

"Thanks for the reminder." Nalrond said as four metal wings popped out of his back and Sunder fused his claws into a blade over one meter (3 feet) long.

Perfect Cores (Part 2)