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It had been hundreds of years since humanity and their Witch allies had been forced to retreat to the fortress cities after the disastrous war to eliminate the Magi Clans. 

Nuclear weapons had burned the skies, and Grand Magic pulled entire continents beneath the seas before the end, but the victory was secured, no Magi was left alive in their slowly recovering world. 

Or so they thought. 

Wolfe Noxus was born on the lower levels of a fortress city run by the Morgana Coven, raised under the glow of magical lights, with magic and technology entwined in every aspect of his life. 

But after his eighteenth birthday, when a get rich quick scheme led him to the forbidden ability to use the powers of the Magi, his whole life would change. 

The forbidden inheritance of the Magi was his. All he had to do was live long enough to embrace it.

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Inheritor Of Magic: The Magi King

Wolfe looked over the backpacks, which were large, expandable units which could be cinched tight with straps that ran around their diameter to keep everything inside snug against your body. They seemed to be very good designs, and they had been made with care by someone in the village, so he added a Gravity Inscription to the whole stack, designed to make them weigh one kilo no matter how much was stuffed inside them.

"There we go. You will want someone to test that backpack before we sell it, though. The charm should work, but I'm not one hundred percent sure that I got all the parameters right." Wolfe explained.

One of the soldiers spoke up. "That's easy enough. It's so large that I could stuff my current patrol bag into it. The full kit weighs thirty kilos, so it will be very obvious if the weight changes."

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