Grand_Void_Daoist

Lucius was a man born to a pair of lowly servants that worked for the Great Demon worshiping Barrom clan. Growing up in the harsh conditions of the Barrom clan where magic and power reigned supreme, he weathered through humiliation and schemes. Knowing that he wanted to be the oppressor than the oppressed, he began his conquest. Not averse to betraying or scheming, Lucius made use of his allies as mere pawns to be sacrificed.

Learning that a powerful artifact lost eons ago was hidden in an ancient ruin, Lucius betrayed and sacrificed one of his closest people, his lover without hesitation.

But he didn’t know that fate had a different plan for him and the artifact he had yearned for would send his soul hurtling across the cosmos, forcing it into the broken body of a young man called Asher Inanis. Coming to his senses he finds the world to be completely different where the magic of his previous world did not exist, but what did was ‘Gifts’.

Witness how he learns about the world, gains power and reigns supreme against all odds becoming the Demonic Sage.


P.S. This is a slow paced novel and has a lot of world development at start. If this is not to your taste, you may not like it.
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Epic Of The Demonic Sage

Viscountess Blackshield stared at the young man in front of her with a momentary look of surprise.

Not everyone approached the Viscountess because they were nervous of her and among those who did, not many would try to argue with her in regards to certain matters at all.

The fact that the Young Lord Asher would speak freely with her was something strange and yet it led to certain thoughts slip into Viscountess Blackshield's mind.

She nursed the drink in her hand and stared at Asher.

'My son would have been around the same age as Young Lord Asher if he were still alive right now. Would he have also been as straightforward and spoken freely like him? Or would he have been shy? More taciturn like me? Would he look like his father or…' Viscountess Blackshield became a little lost in her thoughts.

The Emotional Viscountess