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

Astra announced and the moment she did, the crowd erupted in a large cheer.

Vaan didn't stay idle either, he quickly rushed towards his fiancée, holding her as if she were the most delicate thing in the entire world,

His voice was full of emotions, the emotion that overpowered most of his emotions, however, was worry.

Seeing Elara's marred skin, his heart ached and anger soared, he glanced at Elric who was being taken away by a few Medics, and seeing his disfigured face, his anger calmed down.

"You were amazing indeed…" He agreed to his previous words, extremely satisfied with his fiancée's performance.

His eyes then fell on the Medic who had walked towards Elara and,

"What is the expected recovery time for the wound?"

"Young Mas-" The Medic was about to answer, but then,

How are you going to pay me?