SleepDeprivedSloth

The God of Magic stopped blessing his believers. 

The Tower of Magic, where the mages gathered and worshiped him was destroyed. 

Magic Fell. 

The surviving Mages were looked down upon by the rest of the world.

Normal Mages, that is. 

The Mages from the Strongest Magic Family, the Vesta Family, were an exception. 

For 5000 years, the Vesta Family continued to produce exceptional Mages that were strong enough to resist other forces which came after their family heritage and treasures even without the Blessing of the God of Magic.  

Now, however, the Vesta Family found themselves in a difficult situation where they didn’t have a single capable heir. 

That was until, Christopher Davis, an underworld Gang Leader, transmigrates into the body of Vaan Astra Vesta, a well-known pushover and the ‘waste’ of the Vesta Family. 

Christopher, now Vaan, soon realized that he could see otherworldly magic spirits with knowledge so vast that the Magic books that the Vesta Family treasured for 5000 years were nothing in comparison. 

That, combined with Vaan’s own God-like Talent, 

The ‘Hope’ was born. 

A prodigy strong enough to not only protect the Vesta Family and its treasures, 

A prodigy who will restore Magic to its former glory was born. 

“Haa!? Who da fuck said a Mage can’t use fists!? That crab-like face of yours, I’ll punch it till it is deformed into something better looking!” 

And of course, Christopher’s gangster-like tendencies won’t just disappear. 

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Magic's Return: I Can See The Spirits

Seraphina's eyelids trembled, slowly opening her eyes, her brows furrowed in confusion when saw an unfamiliar ceiling on top of her. Finding herself in such a situation, it didn't take long for her dizzy mind return to normal, she quickly sat up, feeling slight pain on her face as did and soon, memories of what happened before she passed out freshened up in her mind.

She thought inwardly, clearly remembering how that girl overpowered her. Unwittingly, Seraphina's hand moved towards her nose.

She then started looking around, trying to figure out where she was. The room was quite exquisite, it was much grander than her room back in the Stormweaver Mansion, the bed was extremely comfortable, and expensive tapestries lined the walls, depicting scenes of grandeur and victory, gilded furniture, silken draperies, and ornate chandeliers adorned the space.

Be her Punching Bag.