Aki_Kure

Lucas "Luke" Chandler is a master of illusion, but his magic is all about sleight of hand and clever tricks, not real sorcery. In a twist of fate, Luke finds himself transported to a world where magic is genuine and powerful. Hailed as a great magician, Luke must use his wits and skills to keep up the charade and survive in this fantastical realm.

As Luke navigates his new life, hilarity and danger follow him at every turn. From outsmarting people to dodging magical creatures, he must continually perform the ultimate illusion: convincing everyone that he possesses true magical power. Amidst the adventure, Luke grapples with his identity and the constant threat of being exposed as a fraud.

In a world where magic is real, Luke discovers that the greatest power might just be his unique ability to blend illusion with reality.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events and incidents are the product of the author's imagination and his only. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Heavy language is used in the story. Blood, gore, violence and sexual acts are also depicted in the story.

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The World Greatest Magician Is A Fraud

The door shut behind Ilyrana and Luke, sealing them in a room now charged with tension. The Sentinels exchanged a glance, their silent communication clear: they had underestimated the man before them. Yet, hesitation lingered in their eyes, an unusual sight for warriors of their calibre.

Luke held his ground, his posture relaxed but his hands subtly prepared to trigger the flamethrower mechanism hidden beneath his robes. His calm demeanour only served to unnerve his opponents further.

The first Sentinel moved a blur of silver as he unsheathed twin daggers and lunged forward. Luke reacted instantly, a burst of flames roaring to life and forcing the attacker to veer sideways, narrowly avoiding being scorched. The flames licked at the edge of his cloak, leaving charred remnants in their wake.

A Dance of Flames