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

She had long copper-red hair held up in a chignon and even redder eyes lit from the undead energies coursing through her body.

She might have been considered a beautiful woman, if not for her cruel gaze and disgusted expression.

"Anything else, o King?" Her voice was devoid of respect.

"Magus Verhen, allow me to introduce you to Cyrra Morghon, Banshee and current High General of the Night Court." Erslan said. "As you can see, she's not happy having lost command to me but for some reason, no one trusts the Night Court.

"Not even the members of the Night Court themselves." He said with a mocking tone that matched hers. "As for you, idiots, what do you have to say for yourself? Why didn't you follow our instructions and come up with a plausible excuse before leaving your houses?"

"Because I never trusted you." Barham the Wyvern walked forward while stroking his silvery and golden beard.

Kind of an Airhead (Part 2)