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

"Nothing here as well." Menadion sighed. "The lack of magical progress in the last seven hundred years is disheartening. Your mages managed to lower the requirements for Forgemastery and streamline the process for mass production, but that's it. There's not a spark of originality in this junk."

"With all due respect, Magus Menadion, this is standard equipment." Thaas replied. "It's designed to perform well for the average member of the Knight Guard. It's not customized to my particular skills or needs.

"That kind of artifact is left to us to Forgemaster after accumulating enough battle experience." Every member of the Knight Guard was a Mage Knight and was supposed to learn Forgemastery over time.

For those who lacked talent, there would always be at least one squad mate capable of doing it for them.

Stirring the Pot (Part 2)