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

Luke ran a hand through his hair, exhaling as he processed everything King Alf had just told him. Assassins, an abomination, the throne room burned to ashes—he'd expected things to be bad, but not this bad. And yet, he had a feeling there was more.

"…And then, right after all of that, I heard bandits attacked?" Luke questioned, tilting his head slightly.

King Alf sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Yes. As if the assassins weren't enough, mere hours after the main gate was blown apart, a horde of bandits descended upon us."

"Talk about kicking someone when they're already down," Luke leaned back, a wry chuckle escaping him.

"It was worse than you think. We were in no condition to fight back. We had just lost men to the assassins, the throne room was in ruins, and our defences had a gaping hole in them. Morale was low, and even the knights who still stood were exhausted," King Alf's gaze darkened.

The Timely Arrival