Alaric dibuang oleh Ayahnya karena dia dianggap sebagai "Manusia Yang Tidak Berguna". Namun setelah dibuang Alaric bertemu dengan seorang penyihir terkuat yang memiliki julukan [Magus]. Sang Magus memungut Alaric dan menjadikan nya sebagai penerusnya sekaligus Sang Magus pun bersumpah akan menjadikan Alaric sebagai penyihir terkuat suatu saat nanti.

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reincarnation
self insert
harem
no system
3 wishes
marvel
please help with R-18
grey hero
smart hero
ruthless hero
multiracial hero
Avengers x X-Men
well earned opness at the same time as cheaty
ultimate marvel




                         protagonist
azari son of t'challa(black panther) and ororo Munroe(storm)
wishes:
1.lith from supreme magus
2.nano from nano maishi
3 x-gene that low grade gamer
                       synopsis:

a man reincarnates with his memory into marvel
as azari having been born early than his original
compatriots with Peter Parker. he very quickly learns nothing is what he thought using wisdom and foresight he snatches the too live a life of freedom and responsibilities too combat the dangers of the Multiverse

i do not own mcu or marvel or  disney or sony disney or the cover

Hmmmmm

I don't want my visit to the new universe with much supernatural around.

Like DxD universe with Devil, Angel, and Gods not to mention the Reality bending Dragon "God" so no DxD will not be my first visit.

Now on to DC... I guess I don't need to talk about that one, huh? Many characters in that universe easy to destroy me *cough*The Presence*cough* so yeah DC is a nono.

Marvel is the same *cough*One-Above-All*cough* even if I have the Power Manipulation I don't want to fight one of them.

Now into worm universe, I guess I can take any challenge in this universe, but I want to hold onto it after I have much more power.

Nasuverse, Is a-okay universe, but I don't want to watch my back 24 hours a day.
Especially from that Zelretch and another magus that want to experiment on my body and let's not forget about Gaia and Alaya. 

I guess Nasuverse is a no too.

"So where should I go then?"

Hmmmmm

"Ahh, how about Game of Throne Universe?"

That's a good universe for the starter, I guess.

First of all, that universe is a medieval one, and with my power armor power, I can make armor that cannot be penetrated with arrow or sword.

For magic in that universe, they don't have any powerful spell.
For Example Nasuverse, Dxd, DC, and Marvel does.
The second thing is they don't have any alien lifeform that threatening the world like DC, Marvel, and Worm.
Well except the Night King but I can deal with him quickly enough.
With power manipulation, I can create Sundancer power (The upgraded version of course) and BAM Night King has gone overnight.

"Yes that's a good idea, and that I can save princess Elia Martell from her tragic death."

Look like my destination already been chosen for the preparation.
I must have the necessary camping equipment then I must buy it, or I can take it for the garage?
Do we have any tent? I guess I will ask Pansy.

"Pansy"

*pop*

"Yes, Young Master?"
"Do we have any tent that we don't use at the moment?"
"Pansy will check if we have any tent."
"Do that then Pansy."
"Yes Young Master"
"Ahhh Pansy before you go, also check if we also have trunk lying around."
"Yes Young Master"

While waiting for Pansy to come back, I need to create more power for my safety.
I close my eyes and thinking about the ability to control reality its self after thinking about it five glowing suns come toward me and merging with my mind, and suddenly I feel a massive headache.
After about 3 minutes the pain starts to decrease and gone after a minute later, and I open my eyes and see the world with a different view, I see reality as a block from Minecraft that I can destroy, change and move as I please.
I begin to think this room look like a forest and a river flowing in the corner and about a second later reality began to crack, and my room begins to change to the woods that in my mind, after testing that I began to change my room, so Pansy don't get a heart attack.

*POP*

"Young Master"

Ahhh Perfect Timing

"Yes, Pansy did you get all of the items?"
"Yes, Young Master Tent and Trunk like Young Master ask for."
"Thank you, Pansy, you done well."
"Anything I can do Young Master?"
"No that's all Pansy."

Pansy bowed and left with a pop.

*pop*

And I'm alone again in my room.

"Ability to bent reality done now into Tinkering Power then."

I closed my eyes and think knowledge about sword making and robe making.
As the 2 glowing moons get absorbed into my mind I begin to gain knowledge how to make the sharpest sword not just a sword but all kind off Bladed weapons like Double-Edge Sword, Katana,  Spear, Naginata, etc. and the other knowledge, now I know how to make robe that strong enough to withstand a bullet but not durable enough for a slash from a sword, so I begin to add 3 more charges to it, and now I can make robe that can protect me from a sword or even tank shell explosions also The "Killing Curse" Cant penetrated it .

"Now all I have to do is to make my self a weapon and a costume."

I began to think half my room is a blacksmith with all material in it and half my office is a tailored workshop and after about 5 seconds my place starts to look like a half blacksmith and half tailor.

"Now, it is time to work."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~15 minutes laters~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I'm done."

In front of me is a katana with a black sheath next to it, for my costume is a white robe with a red stripe and a red scarf just like a panacea from Worm Universe.

With all these are done, I'm ready to start my adventure.

"Here I go then."

And I active my kaleidoscope power while thinking Game of Throne Universe a day before princess Elia Martell Killed after about 2 seconds my vision greeted by a rainbow color and I vanished from the room.

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New Power in This Chapter :
Psychokinesis (Shaker 8): Control reality within 250 meter radius of yourself. (Charge 5)
Bladed Weapon Creation (Tinker 2): Knowledge how to create the Sharpess Bladed Weapon that can cut steel (Charge 1)
Robe Creation (Tinker 5): Knowledge how to create Robe that able to withstand anything even tank shell explosions (Charge 4)
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Charge (Power Manipulation & Inspired Inventor)
Power Manipulation : 2 Charges Left
Inspired Inventor : 0 Charge Left

That day just typical day for Steve Surfing internet, Reading Worm Fic on SB and SV but before he sleeps, Steve got an Email about CYOA.

"I guess I will fill this form before I sleep."

Little did he know that is the beginning of his adventure

Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story except my character Steve

My cover I take it from "YunYunHakusho" Spacebattler if you want me to take down your art let me know and I will take it down

Violent winds howled as a huge airship broke through the airflow and cruised  through at supersonic speed. 

In a comfortable cabin, Leylin gazed at the copious amounts of books that he  had, satisfied. 

On this trip to the town, not only had he managed to record the Spirit Wave  data, he had also ended Beelzebub’s conspiracy, and got rid of that hazard. He  even got hold of a gluttony imprint! It could be said that he had reaped huge  rewards. 

He even obtained the research notes and experimental data from the acolyte,  Blu. Those used to belong to Blu’s Morning Star ancestor. 

In return, a few spiritual force potions were sufficient to make the other  party shed tears of gratitude. 

The research and insights of that Morning Star Magus inspired Leylin greatly.　 

As he hurried off, Leylin did not forget to command the A.I. Chip to record  all of this information and enrich his database. 

After settling the matters regarding the Spirit Wave and Beelzebub, Leylin  boarded the private airship gifted by the Fallor Family— the Colossal Serpent.  It was about time for the appointment he had arranged previously, thus he  decided to abandon his more leisurely mode of transport. 

As it was an airship custom-made for a Morning Star Magus, the Colossal  Serpent had a comprehensive list of functions. The slightest tremor would not  be felt even if it were to be caught in a thunderstorm. At the same time, all  the flight paths and supply points across the central continent were open to  the Colossal Serpent, and provided free maintenance services. This caused  Leylin to be more impressed by the Fallor Family. 

Of course, this might also have been the actual intention of the Fallor Family  and the Monarch of the Skies. 

Even though it was an industry under the control of a Breaking Dawn Magus, it  still dominated the air freight business across the entirety of the central  continent, and had to spend their money somewhere else. 

As compared to trading in various aspects, this amount spent on currying  favour with a Morning Star Magus was nothing. 

The Colossal Serpent travelled at high speeds. At full speed, it only took  Leylin less than half a month to arrive at his destination— Creevey Highlands! 

This area was jointly protected by numerous Bloodline organisations, and was  equivalent to a meeting point that was specially open to all Warlocks. It  housed many hybrid races, Warlocks and those whose bloodlines had been  contaminated. 

Rumour had it that as long as one had the bloodline of a Warlock, or had any  associations with bloodlines, they would be taken good care of here. 

Thus, in the central continent where the Magi oppressed numerous races and the  humans thrived, Creevey Highlands was like a paradise for those of the other  races and mixed bloods who were cast out by both sides. 

A private exchange would be held between Morning Star Warlocks in Creevey  City, the biggest city in the heart of Creevey Highlands. 

Paul and Philip had also tried their best to invite Leylin here to interact  more with the other high-ranking Warlocks. This, of course, was naturally what  he wanted, and he’d immediately agreed. 

As he didn’t want to attract too much attention, Leylin did not head towards  the airship berth next to Creevey City, and instead, landed in the countryside.  He put the Colossal Serpent aside and proceeded to Creevey City by foot. 

The road was bustling with activity—carriages, gold-smelted vehicles,  enchanted flying carpets and other means of transport. Numerous Magi from all  walks of life formed a vast stream of people who came and left through the main  gate. 

There was a characteristic that most of these Magi shared, and that was the  immense saturation of their bloodline aura. Regardless of whether they were  Warlocks or people from other races, or even those whose bloodlines were  contaminated, none of them were discriminated against like they would have been  in the outside world. 

Upon passing through the city gates, Leylin intentionally scanned the guard at  the side. 

He was of a humanoid race, and stood at two metres tall. He had a long  dog-like nose and ears, but otherwise, the rest of his body apart from his head  was similar to a normal human being’s, just with more fur. 

‘A Canine Militant?!’ Leylin immediately thought of the Kobold’s close  relative. While the Kobold was rumoured to share the same lineage as the  ancient giant dragon, the Canine Militant was certainly a species of bestial  humans. However, the people of the central continent widely classified them as  close relatives, or even considered them as belonging to the same race as  Kobolds. 

Having purified the bloodline of the ancient red dragon before, Leylin  understood clearly that the Kobold really did share the same lineage as the  dragon race! Yet he didn’t feel any dragon bloodline aura exuding from these  Canine Militants at all, not even the slightest bit. 

‘If I write a paper with this as the thesis, perhaps my name will be made  known across the entire continent, although it won’t bring me any benefits…’ 

Leylin’s mind wandered off, but he immediately trashed this idea that would  only bring him endless trouble. 

“However, the average strength of these Canine Militants is actually similar  to that of the Kobolds. On top of that, they share similar appearances, no  wonder the people of the central continent confuse the two!” 

Sensing that these Canine Militants had the average strength of a rank 1  Magus, Leylin couldn’t help but regard highly the strength of the Warlocks in  control of this city. 

Individually, they had outstanding levels of strength, and furthermore, they  possessed remarkable tracking and scouting abilities. Just these Canine  Militant guards alone were enough to intimidate unlawful people who were  waiting for a chance to cause chaos. 

“Welcome to Creevey City! This is a Warlock city, please abide by the  bloodline rules and respect the other races. Please choose the district you  wish to proceed towards from the following: Lava Terrains, Great Woods, Heart  of the Ocean, Tomb of Darkness, Central Core…” 

Upon entering the city, a prompt sounded in Leylin’s ear. Five huge  teleportation formations surfaced in front of him, taking in large amounts of  people as rays of light flashed periodically. 

The entirety of Creevey City had been divided into five major districts,  according to the four creational elements: earth, fire, wind and water. They  were split according to the concentration of the elemental particles. 

Among them, the Lava Terrains was a blazing district made up of a large amount  of magma and soil. The concentration of its earth and fire elemental particles  was almost at its maximum. 

The Great Woods was actually a humongous ancient tree. All sorts of Magus  buildings were constructed on its leaves, where many Magi lived. The wind and  plant elemental particles were the highest here. 

The Heart of the Ocean was a gigantic building complex that floated on water,  surrounded by vast seas and sandy beaches, exuding strong tropical vibes. 

As for the Tomb of Darkness, it was where the darkness elemental particles  were present in the highest concentration, and was also the place where one’s  aura was the most suppressed. As there were many Warlocks who chose darkness,  this location still occupied a firm spot in the city. 

If one looked from a bird’s eye view, he would be able to see that the entire  city had a golden central district at its core, the rest of the town being  equally divided into four parts. 

The azure blue sea, the fiery red magma, the lush green of the giant tree, and  the darkness with all things wilting; these four districts each presented rich  colours, yet were distinctly separate. Dazzling and uniformly distributed, none  of the colours bled into the other. 

The central district at the heart of it all was naturally the place where the  interaction between these four districts took place, and also where the public  facilities were located. 

Here, the enormous yet complicated geographical landscapes were forcibly  mashed together by the power of the Magi, forming a marvel that was a rare  sight in nature. 

‘In order to balance such a huge wave of elemental particles, and maintain the  stability of the environment…’ A blue glow flickered continuously in Leylin’s  eyes. 

‘At the very least, it requires setting up a gigantic spell formation under  the entire city. The sheer number of magic crystals spent on just operating and  maintaining it alone would amount to an astronomical figure…’ 

Leylin gained a deeper understanding of the strength of these high-ranking  Warlocks. 

Glancing at the people around him choosing which district to be teleported to,  Leylin tilted his head in thought. He decided not to head towards the central  core and the Tomb of Darkness, but instead walked into a turquoise  teleportation spell formation, being transported to the Great Woods along with  other Magi. 

Rays of light flashed, indicative of the teleportation process. Leylin no  longer felt uncomfortable when experiencing spatial changes during such a short  journey. After all, his current body was now able to withstand teleportation  across different planes through the Astral Gate; this was like peanuts to him. 

While the other Magi were still feeling giddy from the residual effects of  teleportation, Leylin had already walked out with both hands behind his back,  and started sizing up the Great Woods. 

The place they had been transported to was evidently a crossroad. When Leylin  arrived outside the teleportation spell formation, the first sights he saw were  the humongous leaves and numerous Magi structures. 

He walked to the edge of the path before realising that the wide road he was  walking on was actually just a twig of the giant tree. Sunlight shone through  the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled shadows on the earth. 

As the crown of the tree was too large, the rays of light were very dim. One  could see the glow of numerous Eternal Light spells and eternal flames in front  of the Magus structures. 

“Whew…” The Great Woods could just be the highest place in the whole of  Creevey City. Perched on the giant tree, one had a panoramic view of the other  districts. Leylin took in the sights of the fiery magma, the sky blue seawater,  and even the huge gloomy tomb. 

It was only the central core district that was shrouded in a layer of haze,  and it couldn’t be seen clearly. 

‘Indeed, that area is an important strategical location, controls must be put  in place!’ Leylin thought as he wandered along a branch. 

Most of the Magus structures in the Great Woods were built on tree leaves, and  were evenly distributed all the way to the top. If any Magus wanted to cover  the entire district completely, he would have to scale the tree endlessly. 

On the way, a few yellow and green and birds flew past Leylin from time to  time, occasionally resting on high twigs and tweeting, which was pleasant to  the ears. 

Under the effect of the gigantic purification towers, even normal creatures  could withstand the radiation contamination unintentionally emitted by Magi, as  long as it was not too much. 

Hence, average humans and other animals were able to exist in many Magus  cities across the central continent. 

“Such an environment seems to be what the Elves would like best!” Leylin  couldn’t help but check out the passers-by on both sides. 

In Creevey City, most of the population was made of Warlocks and other races.  However, in the Great Woods district, the most commonly seen race was the  Elves, who had pointy ears and tall and slender figures. 

One had to admit that the appearance of the Elves possessed many special  characteristics unique to Warlocks. If not for the difference in their aura,  and the ears which gave them away, many Magi would likely mistake Elves for  Warlocks. 



Leylin is transported from an advanced technological era into a medieval world— except there’s magic. Equipped with only his quick wits and an A.I. chip fused to his soul, he sets out to become the most powerful magus the world has ever known. In a land divided into the Light and Dark Magi, the weak can either be cattle or disposable slaves. Only the strong can determine their lives, and only they have the luxury for virtue. Yet strength is only a tool for Leylin, like any other. His goal, in the end, is his own.

Translator’s desc:
What happens when a scientist from a futuristic world reincarnates in a World of Magic and Knights?

An awesome MC — that’s what happens!

A scientist’s goal is to explore the secrets of the universe, and this is exactly what Leylin sets out to do when he is reincarnated. Dark, cold and calculating, he makes use of all his resources as he sets off on his adventures to meet his goal.

Face? Who needs that… Hmmm… that guy seems too powerful for me to take on now… I better keep a low profile for now.

You want me to help you? Sure… but what benefit can I get out of it? Nothing? Bye. 

Hmmm… that guy looks like he might cause me problems in the future. Should I let him off for now and let him grow into someone that can threaten me….. Nahhh. *kill*

This Lucid Pantheon had a surprisingly powerful innate power. 

Just like this, out of the next twenty participants, only four had managed to escape the trial alive. Meanwhile, none of them had managed to defeat the mystic beast. Every young warrior present had a new fear and respect for mystic beasts. They had grown numb to the brutal scenes of this beast hunting their friends, and their fury and rage had been ignited. The bloody battles no longer made them feel queasy. 

"What would you do if it were you, Riot?" asked Caine Sinatra, who stood next to Lucky and Aubrey. Lucky was caught off guard by the inquiry, but he replied quickly.

"It's hard to say without facing its innate ability myself, but I would definitely not let it hunt me." 

"That's easier said than done. Wouldn't it make more sense to find the keys first? That way, you have an exit plan," replied Aubrey skeptically. Caine snorted in agreement.

"It has been hunting us all day, studying our scents and patterns," replied Lucky Riot indifferently, remaining unconvinced. Caine turned his gaze to Lucky, a strange light flickering in his eyes. Lucky looked at the projection of the profound formation as another disciple faced death with bravery. "No, I would rather hunt the beast down first. Use it's superficial knowledge against it to gain an advantage before disabling it. Even if I couldn't kill it in one shot, I'd do enough damage to make it weary. If he felt threatened, would he still be so brazen?"

"Cats hunt mice. If we run around like mice, aren't we playing its game?" Caine Sinatra suddenly felt enlightened.

"Right! Since it's a big cat, I would be a big dog!" Lucky Riot smiled savagely. Aubrey was breathless and speechless, but she still didn't agree entirely. Honestly, such a strategy might work for a madman like Kasino, but wouldn't she just be courting death?

"Don't forget that we are not mere warriors. We have other abilities. How could the beast sneak up on us if we enter Perceptive Force State?" Aubrey Graham asserted her stance, making a light shine in both Caine and Lucky's eyes. Indeed, she made an excellent point. Aubrey smiled and continued, "Didn't Professor Hemingway teach us that spiritual power can counter soul attacks?"

Hearing Lucky and his friends' conversations, many other students and disciples banded together to plot out strategies to fell the creature.

Survival & Teamwork.

This was, of course, one of the main goals of these trials. 

However, not even these leaders expected such an outcome. Nearly 20 casualties and the trial had only just begun. This quarter's mystic beast trial already became the bloodiest trial in the history of Disaster County. All thanks to this insidious madman, Musiah Heru. Fierce Storm lamented. Currently, it was Thoth Academy's turn once more. 

Phenomenal Maze glanced in Lucky's direction, before announcing to the crowd once more, "Next will be Aubrey Graham. Get ready!"

Lucky felt Aubrey stiffen next to him. She never imagined she would be the one who had to go and face that monstrous man-eating beast. Aubrey was genuinely nervous, to the point that her feet wouldn't move. However, right when her steps almost retreated, she felt a hand gently caress her lower back. 

This sent sensation that was like an electric current running through her body. Her body softened as she heard a voice whisper right next to her ear, "Don't be afraid. You're smart, and you're a genius at the ninth level. Are you terrified of a Rank 1 Mystic Beast? Besides, you don't have to rely solely on your sword, you know. Use your brain and your heart. Just don't show it any fear!"

Aubrey's eyes flashed with light as she suddenly calmed down. She walked forward gracefully and stood in front of the profound formation. She entered the perceptive force state and suddenly realized that she had the perfect strategy to deal with this beast. She turned and smiled radiantly at Lucky Riot, this magical boy, while moving her lips without sound, "Thank you… Lucky."

"Mn," Lucky just nodded at her indifferently. However, in truth, that smile had moved his heart quite a bit. 

"Aubrey Graham, Mystic Realm, Ninth level Hard Body Stage, Gold Rank 1: Apprentice Magus. Trial start!"

Lucky was stunned when he heard that Aubrey had reached Gold Rank 1. He checked her a few days ago, and this wasn't the case. 

Did she make a breakthrough in the last couple of days?

"How impressive…" Lucky Riot couldn't help but marvel.

Aubrey's smile faded as her face grew stern and more focused than ever before. She looked at her professor and nodded her head. She placed her hand on her sword and dashed forward into the profound formation. Magus Brenda Hemingway looked a bit nervous, but only a bit. She was confident in her student's strength. Aubrey was no pushover. That focused look in her eyes was all the reassurance Brenda needed. As long as Aubrey remained focused, she would be fine! 

As Magus Hemingway waved her hand, the projection appeared in the air again. Unlike her predecessor, Aubrey was standing in front of a tree, forming various hand signs. Tiny spell runes made of spirit power flew into the hieroglyphs on the tree, causing them to shine and rearrange themselves. In less than a breath, a key glyph shined and disappeared on the tree, reappearing on Aubrey's palm as a tattoo.

"She found the first key!"

"Wow, so soon? Didn't she just get in the forest?"

"Who would've thought that the key would be near the entrance! She's pretty smart."

"Oh please, only you idiots would be surprised by this. This should be the standard, not the exception."

"What?! She's doing better than the dead punks from Sun Academy."

"I dare you to say that again!"

"That's enough!" Hur Frenzy's voice was like a lion's roar. The students and family disciples were instantly silent, "There will be no more talking during these events. We are all from Nibiru City, and what has happened is a great tragedy. Do not disrespect our fallen comrades, who died chasing the same dreams as you!"

Lucky's eyes flashed with a strange glint as he observed this Frenzy Family Patriarch. He didn't seem overly arrogant like his disciple Pedro Frenzy. Instead, he appeared very level headed. As if sensing his gaze, Hur Frenzy actually glanced at Lucky. The intensity of his mystic strength allowed the gaze to carry tremendous pressure. Lucky was stunned, but he didn't avert his eyes from this fierce and imposing gaze. He wanted to experience the gaze of an expert first hand! 

"Only the Eighth Level? Hmph, a tough kid," Hur Frenzy left this evaluation in a true essence transmission before looking away. Lucky felt incredulous that his first interaction with Maggie's dad would go like this.

Turning his attention back to the screen, he saw that Aubrey had already found the second key! This left Lucky inwardly shocked. How much time had passed since she found the first key? It was only a few breathes.

"Oh no!" someone shouted involuntarily, before immediately covering their mouth.

In the tree above the concentrating Aubrey Graham, the Lucid Pantheon was perched and observing. The power symbol on its fur lit up with sparkling white light once more, and Aubrey felt the scene around her change right as she recovered the key. However, she revolved her spirit power through her body once before pouring it into her eyes. Instantly some mental clarity returned, and she was able to see the difference between illusion and reality.

However, Aubrey didn't move. She stayed where she was as if she had already fallen into the illusion. Among the students, only Caine and Lucky remained calm.

"No, no, no, NO, NO, NO!" shouted one of the male warriors, "Honored leaders, someone please save the angel!"

"Magus Hemingway, please save the angel!"

"Honored Magus, please save her!"

So many people wholeheartedly plead for Aubrey's survival, shocking Lucky greatly. So she had so many fans?

However, pressure suddenly enveloped each of those students, making them fall to their knees and go mute. Hur Frenzy sneered and released them from his weight. Magus Hemingway cast a side-long glance at these youths, "Do you all disdain my direct student so much? You should worry more for yourselves."

Brenda Hemingway was the most aware of what was going on within her profound formation. She wouldn't hesitate to activate the killing formation if Aubrey were in danger.

Thud.

The Lucid Pantheon slowly approached Aubrey, its eyes gleaming with a savage light. Its full maw opened up over Aubrey's skull as it chomped down with those menacing fangs once more. Right at that instant, Aubrey moved! She withdrew her Purple Gust Butterfly Blade and curled into a tight ball as the beast's jaw dug into the ground. Everyone's hearts tightened in fear as they looked away. Who could calmly watch a beauty die? 

"Another lost genius." 

"Not only that, but it was one of the schools angels!"

"The heavens were truly unfair to her."

"NOOOOO, MY FALLEN ANGEL, WHY!!"

"Wait, why isn't the Lucid Pantheon moving?"

At the sound of this voice, everyone observed again. Sure enough, the Lucid Pantheon had stopped moving at all with its jaw still buried in the ground. However, to everyone's shock, the beast's eyes suddenly rolled to the back of its head. A moment later, the creature slumped over, dead. Located where the beast's mouth previously covered, stood a beautiful girl with a bloody sword in her hand. She looked like an amazon princess on the hunt, making the hearts of many young men accelerate.

"She did it," sighed Lucky Riot in relief. For a just moment, he was nervous. 

Meanwhile, Magus Hemingway had already vanished from her previous position, along with the projection. Inside the forest, Brenda was putting the beast carcass inside her spatial treasure purse. Next to her, Aubrey meditated to recover her peak mental state.

"You did very well, child. I am proud of you," Brenda Hemingway smiled sweetly, "Good luck with the rest of your trial. Now, quickly go and do not stay to face the next beast."

"Yes, professor," Aubrey Graham stood up at these words and bowed to her professor before dashing into the forest again.

"She's special indeed…" whispered Magus Hemingway to herself as she made her way back outside the profound formation. She couldn't help but be impressed, "To think she let the beast attack so that her sword could pierce directly into its brain. What a risky method, but very efficient when executed so properly."

When Magus Hemingway returned to the crowd, she waved her hand, and the bright screen immediately projected into the sky from the crystal ball. All the warriors present watched on as Aubrey searched for the final key. Meanwhile, Musiah Heru sneered, before luring another ferocious mystic beast using the scent of the Red Mercury fruit. Initially, he hadn't realized how deadly this attraction would be. However, it seemed such a scent only drew out the most daring and fatal of hunter class beasts.

This time the fragrance drifted into the nose of an enormous black ape. The ape had a metal exoskeleton down its spine and the golden tail of a scorpion. On its golden tail was a crimson power symbol. This ape was taller than the previous beast, standing at over five meters tall.  Once the fragrance entered the ape's nose, it immediately rose up and beat on its chest aggressively, before rushing towards the profound formation.

"The second Mystic Beast in today's trial is a Gold King Rank 1: Arpio King. This king grade mystic beast is truly formidable, you must all be careful," announced Phenomenal Maze. The crowd was shaken once again. 

"Arpio King? Aren't they rumored to be highly toxic?"

"They say the venom in an Arpio King's tail is powerful enough to take down a Rank 2 Mystic Beast! Even a Rank 3 Mystic Beast would fall ill. There's no way we'll survive if we get hit by that thing's tail."

"Will the angel be okay?"

Lucky Riot was also worried about Aubrey making it out before the Arpio King tracked her down. However, when he looked at the screen, he became far less concerned. Aubrey already had the third key and was headed towards the formation exit! To prevent the students present from knowing where the door was, the image no longer followed Aubrey. Lucky knew that Magus Hemingway would only do this if she is sure about her student's survival. 

"Next student up is Thoth Academy's Caine Sinatra!" called out Phenomenal Maze suddenly. Caine patted Lucky on his back and stepped out fearlessly to face the profound formation.

What is a Mystic Pharaoh?

A shining light within the most bottomless abyss?

A beacon of strength in the face of calamity?

A warrior unrestrained by the physical plane, standing united with the natural elements?

All races worship the Celestial Pharaohs as the gods among ants.

Until the day the smallest and weakest of the ants rose up in resistance!

In the Magi Era, humanity has discovered the wonders of magic! This brought humans, the race once thought to be the weakest existence, to the peak of competition with the universe's strongest races!

Unfortunately, not everyone can be in that competition. Even though Lucky Riot spent his whole life being looked down on, he still never looked down on himself. He knew he was destined to eclipse the glory of all others!

It was what Lucky was born to do.

In an age where humanity has discovered the secrets of the universe or the ability to utilize origin energy, becoming magi is the only way to earn respect! However, Lucky seems to have zero talent in cultivating! Of course, that was all before the day he punched a hole into someone's face!

"Should I yield due to someone claiming their birth is nobler than my own? No! If they say I can not have her, I will make her mine regardless! If they consider me slow, I will outpace them! If they consider me a minor character, I will outgrow them! If they say I am inferior, I will simply surpass them! Who will stop me then?"

Join Lucky as he awakens the power that sleeps within and discovers the ever-changing world of the mystics!

Rokah opened his eyes, it was the moonlight that lit the road preceding him. Dismal and silent the path of the cemetery was at this early hour. He raised his head to the dark sky in anticipation, maybe the god will hear his prayer. The rounded moon was mystical and beautiful, shining as ever, not caring about the fire that burns inside his weak soul.

These last days, he thought multiple times about giving up on killing that Aractanthrope. But his heart was indecisive. The hate and abhor filled his mind and made him rush for an early walk. The memory of that day was fresh as a bright moment in vivid history. Its effects still chattering his dreams.

The way Mr. Hendrickson handled the issue as well as the crimson lord passive reaction. It was like they were performing a play in front of him.

He conjured the scene that stuck in his memory another time:

"I think that there is some misunderstanding here," Mr. Hendrickson said as he spoke to the Count and his butler who was standing behind him in the main hall. "It's just that happened that we had met by chance when I took a stroll in the village that day." He paused and glanced at Rokah, It was quick and incomplete glance but it held a deeper meaning Rokah still pondering on its signification.

"He showed me some of his elaborated drawings, and they were to my liking thus I asked him to draw for me," Nicolai added, his lips were slightly curved to form what appeared to Rokah a buried smirk.

The butler cried: "That's just a pretext." And Nicolai followed not caring about the interruption: "I invited him to give him the necessary materials, No more, No less, You can even send someone to confirm it."

The Count asked without looking at his butler: "Seaben, Do you have any material evidence to prove the charges you are accusing Mr. Hendrickson?."

The butler stayed silent and the Count added: " Then you better start writing your apology."

"Sir, Don't you think it is strange that he knows the identity of the one who attacked the villagers?" Seaben insisted. Then the Count gave Mr. Hendrickson the same glance that Mr. Hendrickson gave to Rokah, quick and meaningful before he said: "Are you blind Seaben? Look at him, He barely escaped the death…"  The Count covered his face with his palm nevertheless Rokah picked up annotation of the oppressed half-smirk, it was addressed to Mr. Handrickson.

No matter how much Rokah repeated this scene in his head, he arrived at the same conclusion. This play wasn't performed for him, this play was performed for the sake of that magus and Mr. Hendrickson quick glance was a trial to gauge out Rokah level of understanding concerning what was going on. As for the crimson lord behavior, it indicated the cooperation and amusement over Mr. Hendrickson whatever ploy. While that magus likely caught up these subtle signs for he was burning in the fire of his anger.

What kind of chess play occurring there and for what purpose? Maybe he should give up on killing the Aractanthrope for the time being.

The weak shining light illuminated his path and guided him to the cemetery, to Chewa grave… He stood there… veiled by darkness.

" I am sorry, I can't fulfill my promise to your mother… ¨ His voice was barely audible when he spoke.

He thought that he was arrogant, he really believed for an instant the lies he told himself that he could be a savior, a herald to this young woman and her mother, perhaps to all the people that lived here. 

In the end, there is no salvation for those who are not favored by the world and fate always prefer those who advance while the dead shall perish in the forgetfulness.

As he walked between the graves, he glimpsed a blooming flower, It was an enchanting view of his ruptured heart.

A pulling force made him stop and gaze at the enchanting blooming flower that emerged from between the gravestones. Making its way to the surface in arrogant pride, mocking all, his attempt to feel alive.

It was an alert, the end of the winter is approaching… and the black stars will be here.

His heart ash when he thought about Madam Linda, he had immense respect for her, for her power to withstand the harsh beats of life. How resilient she was when it came to the lost and death…

Not just madam Linda, all the people that he met in this village have this invisible power that made them survive no matter what their conditions, no matter what they face…

Soon, this village will become a battlefield, there will be a slim chance for survival. Perhaps the people whom he met here will have a horrible death. Perhaps they will survive by miracle, yet he won't be here to witness it.

Death didn't frighten him since no one can escape it. What frightened him was the suffering, the pain, the distress someone could experience before he actually dies.

When he first arrived here, he truly hated himself, his weakness, his body, everything about his life. But now, he started to like his existence at least for a bit.

Some of the wounds inside of him still wide open, yet the bleeding started to run dry.

He wondered from where a person had the courage to live. From where such a miserable life came from?

" Life gives us choices. ¨ That was what he said before…. But the truth is, life is what you choose it to be…

Right?

He clenched his fist and walked away under the dancing moonlight. On his way to the tavern where he pictured the silhouette of Madam Lind as she was waiting for him with the warm food. 

He saw Mr. Hendrickson's maid. Walking as if she was in a fight. He stopped at the sight of her bad condition. Her perfectly measured black and white dress was torn apart as she limped toward the direction of the entrance of the main house. His eyes followed her until she disappeared from his line of sight.

He remembered that he didn't see her by Mr. Hendrickson side this time. He must be that he sent her for an important issue. Maybe to deliver a message to someone. Had he not used her to deliver his message to him before?

If he was right, who could it be?

He narrowed his eyes in suspicion, then he lifted his shoulder in indifference, these matters do not concern him anymore.

***

At the tavern, it was like he expected. Madam Linda was wearing her scarf and waiting for him impatiently.

His lips faintly curved against his will before he announced his presence.

Madam Linda ran to him, her nose and cheeks were red from the cold and worries. She asked while urging him to enter: "Where were you?"

Yet this moment of family warmness didn't last for long when he deciphered the identity of the man that was standing behind her.

Rokah gulped the warm milk as he observed the big man who was looking at the paper. When their eyes met, he spoke first, taking the initiative: "This is what you want, a detailed map of the main house."

The big man remained silent, frowning at the speaker attempting to intimidate him. Once he understood that his action was useless, he said: "It is incomplete… how about the number of workers, the weapon storage and some details about the abilities of the magus?"

The doctor responded with a firm tone: "Of course, but I can't be confident enough, it's only just observations and a few estimations concerning the workers…". He rested his right cheek on his hand and continued: "I will give you the complete details after you agree to my condition."

Rokah was confident, he concluded after what had happened with the Lycanthrope that this man and for some unknown reason, he won't hurt him. The earlier contact between them was merely to intimidate him. He began questioning and deeply analyzing this odd behavior, he had witnessed and aimed to link it to the other bizarre reflections he had already made about this peculiar individual. 

Working as a woodcutter, trying difficult to preserve his image around the villagers, making an enormous effort to get a map for the main house… Weren't they playing the same role?

Adding the fact that this Aractanthrope tolerated him when he should have already killed him. 

There were two possibilities Rokah could think of to explain his remarks. The first one: there was a third party that got itself involved in the fight over this village. The second one: Lady Savannah didn't tell him the whole truth about what was actually occurring here. 

"I am fed up with your conditions, I was way lenient on you, do you have a death wish?" Isidore was tone clearly angry, he seemed to the viewers that he was going to turn the table down, but the look on the doctor face reminded him of someone he knew in the past. And that someone always had this gaze when he was sure that he was getting what he wanted. And certainly, Isidore won't give him what he wanted

"Whatever you are going to do, I want to help you." The doctor declared.

 Isidore mastered his growing shock, this way of talking, those mannerisms, he wasn't believing eyes and ears. A burst of deep loud hearty laughter emerged from his large chest.

Madam Linda returned to their table to find what has happened to Mr. Isidore, the man who hardly showed any emotion. What marvel caused him to laugh?

When she approached, she got a hand signal to bring him another beer.

She obeyed his order with a big smile on her face, it never crossed her mind that what truly was happening between the two of them wasn't really a good and a friendly thing.

Isidore asked in a sarcastic tone that he couldn't conceal: "And what can you do?"

Under the desert hot sun to the tangled branches of green forests. 
From the cold peaks of mountains to the dark depths of oceans. 

What an extraordinary our world is, full of mysteries and wonders, Yet brutal and merciless.  

This is the codex of creatures, loaded with spectacles and allures. It contains epic tales of exotic beings, 
cruel and savage, sometimes tender and merciful, but never careless. 
This is the saga of their struggle in this never-ending cycle of life and death.   
      
 Innyana range, commonly known as the cold belt of Innyana.
It includes over sixty mountains. It is a home and a hunting ground for more than a thousand creatures.
However, it is a place for predators and weak can only be prey.
But...
What's going on inside this tiny village near the deadly Crocotta's cliff?
Who is this young healer who enchanted the inhabitants by his arrival?
And why some people can never get out of this place?

Author's notes :
1- English is not my first language neither it is the second.
2- I am a student and full-time worker that's why updates will be slow. 
3- This is a first draft (I try to revise as often as I could) hence there will be a lot of typos and mistakes, forgive me for this. I am working hard to make it better.
4- This is a high and dark fantasy novel read on your own risk. 
5-  Enjoy.

Alexander, upon finishing his meal, he handed his plate to the gentle owner while discussing on a deal to rent the room for a week as probably getting down the basics on adventuring will take a while.

Off-course, he didn't come to this decision on his own; he talked beforehand with the still begrudged Lillian, she said that getting him up to a state where he won't kill himself will depend on his talent, but will again take time.

Before he left, he asked for directions on an alchemy shop, thanking the owner he walked on the busy streets.

The streets, like when he arrived were still bustling with valiant male and females of different species. He noticed that the ones that emit that aura unique to magicians are few.

Most of them were people like the group he saw when he first came through the gate on that park. They were young and wore robes that carried insignias which he assumed belonged to their academies.

He followed the path that the owner indicated he follows, on the way Alexander saw that the stalls on that plaza are just the tip of the iceberg, with the sight that entered his eyes now he could even call them small time.

Weaponsmiths were forging in the open, letting everyone marvel their works while their shops were full of glittering weapons from swords, spears, axes, bows and even some more modern crossbow-like weapons.

Clothing shops not unlike the ones back on earth, featuring clothes that he assumed nobles would wear, next to the clothing shops were jewellery stores as if there was an agreement between them.

Other shops looked dedicated to armours and leather-working for adventurers ranging from what seemed to more agile attires and others for the heavy-hitters.

What Alexander couldn't find no matter how much he searched were shops that sold stuff related to mages though, at first he thought that they were just rare but when they went deeper and deeper into the city without any coming to sight, he decided to ask Lillian through their connection:

'Hey, um. I can't find any shops selling magic stuff, what's up with that?'

Lillian still angry for some reason just gave him a cold snort and remained silent.

After a minute of them walking had passed, she broke her silence and started explaining:

'Materials that you use for magic aren't comparable to the normal ones, while the adventure's guild provides them-

He interrupted her speech and questioned aloud, making people around him give him odd glances:

'Adventurer's guild? You mentioned that we are going there earlier, what is it? What do you mean it provides materials?'

Lillian gave him a fiery glare that one wouldn't believe came from such a small creature. It made his spine tingle, making him shut up.

She started speaking again when she saw his expression turn meek:

'As I was saying before you interrupted me because mages are naturally arrogant, they wouldn't buy materials from any common store. They demand a mage as a seller though I guess they do that for the money runs around their little circle, as such, the one with the highest influence sells them per area, making them rare.'

She looked forwards onto the bustling streets they were treading and went on:

'We are heading towards the shop right now.

Alexander gave Lillian a weird look. He was confused. Weren't they heading towards an alchemy store? What do magic materials have to do with it?

Lillian, seeing the questioning and confused look in his eyes sighed and explained:

'Ha... I forget how ignorant you are sometimes. You don't know a thing about alchemists do you?'

Alexander just nodded his, not caring that she called him ignorant.

Lillian facepalmed her little face with her wing and started speaking:

'Listen, Being an alchemist requires a delicate control over your mana, most alchemists begin learning the art by studying the properties of monster materials and herbs, depending on how skilled their master is for the amount of information. When they are skilled enough, they start making potions.'

She gave him a stern look to make sure he's paying proper attention, and when she saw that he was focused, she went on:

'Don't confuse them with those little elven potion makers though. Potion makers make the basic stuff by mixing herbs and small amounts of mana, for example, some simple health potions for external wounds and other medicines to cure illnesses or poisoning.'

She paused for a while and continued explaining:

'As I said, alchemists study using monster parts too which are highly volatile, that's not wasted effort though as they make potions that ordinary potion makers can't imagine, some help Aura and mage users break through their bottlenecks-'

She did a small pause there:

'And others give temporary boosts and resistances which are highly useful to adventurer parties. If they can afford them that is. What we are going to get is a very special potion. It allows a beginner mage to feel his affinities through meditating.'

'All of that make alchemists generally very respected. Every force wants to hire them for obvious reasons. Even if they committed some crimes, the local authorities are willing to forgive them. It's also very rare to find an alchemist without quirks.

'Don't think they can only make potions, some of them are proficient in creating magical equipment, said magic equipment gives a big edge to a magus like how an armament does to a warrior, making them extra respected.'

She looked at him intensely and said:

'Do not, under any circumstance offend an alchemist. Because of the amount of control over mana the profession takes, the prominent ones are usually powerful. Even if they don't use their mana, they can poison you to death with pure poison.'

Alexander gulped when heard that and nodded his head slightly.

After walking around the streets for a good 5 minutes, they arrived on the store he was told, there was a simple wooden sign outside with beautiful cursive letters that read 'Granny Rose's Alchemy Store'.

Alexander looked at the shop. It had a simple external design with a natural, dark green front wall and simple brown door, on one of the displays the see-through glass featured some simple wooden staves, some having various colour gems on the top and others being plain.

On the other display, there were some robes with weird inscriptions on them alongside what looked like rings with some mysterious inscriptions of their own, the symbols on them making his mana start to gather towards his eyes to analyse them but remembering what Lillian said about alchemists, he stopped.

Overall, the whole display while it looked odd, was not what something he would expect from a fancy, seemingly wealthy alchemist.

Alexander pushed the simple door slightly, making a bell sound throughout the shop and when he entered, his eye dazzled by what he saw, making him think that his previous thoughts were frivolous.

On the first self to his left, Alexander could see various staffs emitting different presences that he recognised were similar to the fire element he used when he cast his magic.

His eyes shone with curiosity upon seeing the mysterious inscriptions on the various gems embedded on the staffs, making him want to use his uncanny eye ability and look through them. He held back barely.

He looked towards his right and saw many robes spread on mannequins, from those robes he could feel an aura similar to the staffs, but instead of attracting energy and giving it an oomph like the staves, the mysterious inscriptions on them seemed to make external power nullified to a degree.

Walking towards the counter, he saw various mysterious amulets on two glass displays alongside some rings emitting power somewhat similar to the staves in nature but also different at the same time.

Behind a simple wooden counter at the end of the shop, two selves held potions with different colours alongside various monster parts in glass jars filled with a light green liquid.

He could see eyeballs, weird ears and tails, fingers, toenails and some small creatures like spiders still alive on others.

That was when he heard an old but slightly clear and resonant female voice shout behind a half-opened door at the back:

"Coming right away, wait a moment.

Alexander waited by the counter with Lillian on his shoulder. He took every single thing in sight in, resisting the urge to use his power to analyse everything, he found it harder the more time passed, starting to tremble a bit while his head also begun to hurt.

From the moment his powers manifested, he started feeling a strange emotion; He had a powerful longing for magical knowledge, in the beginning, Alexander attributed it to his excitement from being to a new world but now he realised it was a side effect from his powers, he had an urge to analyze anything magical that fell on his sight.

Lillian saw that he was clenching his teeth alongside the sweat that started to form on his brows and when she was about to ask what's wrong with him, a shuffle sounded through the door startling them towards the direction.

An old woman walked in. The old woman wore a long rose-coloured robe and held a simple wooden staff. She looked around 70 years old and sported long silver hair. Her face had a sharp pair of eyebrows, a delicate nose and rosy pale lips; Her eyes were a pale sea-blue colour, and even though she was old, her face still had an odd elasticity to it. She must have been a  beauty when she was young, Alexander thought.

The old woman walked through the door and saw the boy with the exotic red spot between his brows. The boy had a weak magical Aura like a beginner magus does, for his age that wasn't too good, his talent must be weak she thought.

That was when she noticed the delicate little bird on his shoulder; She didn't feel anything at the beginning as many mages have useless familiars, a little bird doesn't make a difference.

Though before she moved her eyes away, she focused on the white mark on the bird's forehead, the old woman looked back at the boy's forehead mark, and by intuition, she tapped her staff on the floor while walkings towards them.

What she got back as a response when the pulse touched the little red bird's body shocked her, from its body came a signature equivalent to a human Grand Magus.

She became very interested in the mysterious boy suddenly; there was a spark of curiosity on her blue eyes, she gave a small smile and said with enthusiasm that would shock those who knew her:

"Welcome to my humble alchemy store! I'm Rose, how may I help you?"

~Boom Cliff-kun strikes~

Here my friends, you shall witness the adventures of a normal person, who wakes up one day in what one would call an "Isekai" fantasy world. Follow along and see what happens!

Harry potter was a low danger world compared to the vast majority of universe and world out there.
Let take Desolate Era, a Chinese novel in which the main character grow strong enough to kill, destroy and create a whole galaxy, universe, existence of chaos itself.
Compared to them, Harry Potter even with their reality manipulative power still are in low level danger compared to other.
The Magic used in this world is multi functional, but in pure attacking power it is nowhere near any of the worlds that has power focus of destruction itself.
So came a question, after devouring Different wizards and magical beast of Wizarding world, he was already the peak of the Low level world, now he can either travel to other low level universe for knowledge or go to higher plane for stronger soul and ability.
Let look at my option Naruto…. Umm while a good choice, let's put in the possible future list, just not what I am looking currently.
Bleach… While I am a soul eater, there are hollow in this world and soul reaper so I should not go in this world, until I am super strong.
One Piece ..... Om I am interested in Haki so yea.
Dragon Ball Z ….. Nope, not going there until I can blow up a planet easily.
Panlong (Coiling Dragon), BTTH, ISSTH, RWBY, X-Men, Swallowed Star, Tokyo Ghoul, Re:Monter, Marvel, Dark Souls, Skyrim, Desolate Era, Warlock of Magus World, WDXQ, DOTA, .........
So many options to choose from but what I currently lack is pure power.
Magic have given me the ability to survive in any situation, but I am nowhere near as strong as to harm any strong beings.  
So let go to Re:Monster where the concept of Evolution is the dominant and with the help of sytem there I will probably grow strong enough to rule the world.
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Destination- Re:monster
Timeline- 2 Days before Canon
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As the Black hole spat me I arrived in a dense jungle.
Using [Ani-magus] I transformed into a Shadow Cat, and quickly climbing a tree using my [Magic Sense] to explore my surroundings.
Shadow Cat was a Magical Species in the Hp Universe, which seems to have the ability to hide themselves perfectly in the darkness and shadow. It is ranked 5 Star in the Danger along with the Dragon, as many wizards were killed due to them being Sneaky and fast along with territorial; killing anyone who stepped in the place they deemed their home.
They were ranked alongside Dragons as there were considered the perfect assassins in the dark.
Currently a Shadow can be seen jumping from tree to tree, judging and examining his surroundings.
While he was new in this world, unfamiliar with the surroundings, with the memories of the Potion Master's, he was able to identity many characteristics of Different herbs and plants around him.
 As he traveled he saw many different animal and beast around him. Even a Rabbit he saw was two times as big as a normal one and had a horn in its head like a unicorn.
Still without any distraction he continues to search for a Goblin Colony, which was one of his goals.
While Harry was the Fate's child, Goblin Rou was not. He was just lucky enough to be born with an ability to devour other people ability by eating their flesh, which he was interested in.
By the end of the day he was able to find the Colony where groups of 40 Goblin were living.
Finding his goal, he marked the location in his brain and stared to explore.
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Currently he possessed the body of Young Harry Potter, who in this rich Mana filed environment even without his help, was developing his body.
AS he felt his Magic grow stronger as the second passed, he was happy even if he had to kill a child for it.
Don't take his a Murderer, who killed a child, he did it because he couldn't have live anyway.
After being cursed by Voldemort as his Horocox, he was destined to die, and he was alive in canon due to Voldemort killing it with 'Killing Curse' not knowing it existed, unknown to himself destroying his own Horocox.
Even if he devoured the Soul, the Harry would have still suffered and possibly he would have died, killed by the World for harming Harry, which is a risk he won't take.
It was either kill Harry for Voldemort to Die, but he couldn't kill harry. Now to kill Voldemort he had to let them both live and die, which is not a good option to consider.
So as Dumbledore said, for the Greater Good a Sacrifice was made, him possessing the Young Body was just a Bonus.
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Still Harry Magical Talent was probably 10-100 time more than Voldemort if he remembered currently for Tom's Memory.
Still now he is currently killing and devouring every beast in front of him, devouring their soul in the process.
This is a High Ranked Danger World so these soul were quite tasty.
He spends the next days, searching and exploring the surroundings, while eating a few snacks here and there.
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I looked as the Goblin children were being named and when a newborn Goblin was name Rou, I knew I found my target.
In the shadow, I looked as the Newborn Goblin name Rou looked around with Eyes filled with Wisdom trying to know his surroundings.
Finding my target I looked at him and slowly exited from the shadow.
My black Cat like body appearing in the dirty cave filled with those smelly goblins which due to my enhanced smell was very uncomfortable.
My appearance seems to trigger an alarm as the entire Goblin near him started to produce big cry, and a few warrior goblin surrounded him with spear in their hands.
Rou was looking at this even in wonder.
Slowly transforming in to my Human form, I looked around.
The Goblin ware startled by my appearance, and few tried to talk to me, but to me seemed nothing but gibrish.
With a simple hand gesture, Lighting Erupted from my finger tips and killed every being in the cave except Rou.
Opening my mouth the Soul of the Dead Goblins along with Human Slave was shucked inside my mouth, as a vacuum.
After I finished devouring them I spoke to the Goblin child in front of me with the new [Goblin Language] I learned "So how does reincarnation feel?"
The green goblin child tried to make a sound as he looked at the human child of around 5 years in front of him in shock and wonder, but due to undeveloped Vocal Cords he could only make a Gu Gu Gaga sounds.
Zero continue to speak "You goblin are a very interesting creature, not only can you evolve, you can also develop in just a few days that would take human years. You currently can't speak due to underdeveloped Vocal Cords but in probably 2 days, it will finish developing. What a waste. Still the reason I am taking to you is to tell you that I really like you, and probably would not have don't anything to harm you if you didn't have your ability [Devour].
While I can Devour Soul, and my ability if higher Tier in term of Ability, leaving the Body to Rot seems like a water to me, so I wish to even devour their Entire existence. Don't say I am greedy, the very term Devour is derived from the [Gluttony] trait, so yea sorry."
So with the same lighting ability, Rou joined his Colony. As his soul existed his body, it was different compared to the goblins, but also 5 times as strong.
Still his soul was quickly devoured, as giving Zero his new favorite ability [Devour].
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His personal ability [Soul Eater] was an overpowered ability that let user eat the soul and with it could eat and devour the knowledge, power and ability of everything the target Soul has learned.
But it had a weakness, you could only eat living beings and people who died near you as waiting could led to soul disappearing.  Now with [Devour], he can gain ability to devour everything, combined with his [Soul Eater] he could eat the very existence of person.
[Devour] also gave the ability of eating inanimate/ non living things, meaning he could eat the corpse and still gain ability with rocks, minerals, and weapons as one of his foods.
If before he was a demon, them now with this ability he is a demon god.

Eating knowledge and power of various world, I will grow strong.
How strong, probably enough to KO Saitama in One Punch
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1st World - Harry Potter
2nd World - RE:Monster
3rd Word - Pending
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Just a idea that was in my brain for a while.
I don't have a routine, so it just when i feel like it so expect irregular updates.

The sun was at its zenith and it lit up a white room where young children around 8 years old were huddled together. The atmosphere was noisy, the children were talking loudly to each other. Others seemed panicked almost on the verge of having a panic attack. 

- you think we're going to make it.

- I'm so scared. I feel like I've been waiting for days.

- I haven't even been able to sleep for two days.

- My brother has a friend who got in.

At the center of this messy crowd was Prometheus as a child before his second life. He was standing with his back a little hunched over because of the handling work he had to do daily to buy food for himself and his mother. His arms were skeletal, his hands were trembling with fear, and the rest of his body was paralysed.  He was looking in all directions like a beaten dog looking for an escape route. The other kids next door looked at him in disgust:

- He stinks.

- He must be a bum.

- What the hell is he doing here, if I was an examiner I'd kick him out of here, he should have at least washed his filthy fat pig.

Everybody seemed to take a safe distance of at least two meters away from Prometheus. The young people made fun of him gesturing in front of their noses as if to get rid of his stench.

Prometheus felt lonely, what would become of him if he failed, what would happen to his sick mother. He was afraid, but at the same time his eyes were filled with hope. The hope of changing his life, of becoming a great mage. He had heard so many stories from his mother telling him how his father had been a great mage, how his family had lived a great life, but also how they had fallen. Prometheus wanted to succeed, he was the most determined child of the dirty. 

All the young people stopped staring at Prometheus, and everyone turned to the white drinking platform standing at the end of the room. A man had just climbed the long stairs leading up to the center of the stage, he was dressed in a long white robe, he was a magus. All the children looked at him with respect but also with envy, this man was what they wanted to become.

The man cleared his throat, "Hello, I'm the examiner for this year's exam. I'm going to see your magical skills and determination of who is fit to become a magus. The first one who tries to bribe me with the agent or his family name will be banished from the world of magic", the atmosphere became tense and all the children looked at each other with their eyes filled with fear. Prometheus eyes were filled with hope, he was confident that he would be able to pass the test with his magic skills. As for his only fear, his lack of social status had just been erased. 

Time passed and the children lined up, one after the other, in front of the examiner, where they demonstrated the spells they knew and the examiner looked at their magic skills through a mana core observation spell. After an hour of waiting it was Prometheus turn. He walked fearfully up the steps leading to the examiner. He even stumbled on the last one, everyone laughed, Prometheus was embarrassed. The Examiner passed his right hand through a long brown beard, "Come my child, what spells are you going to show me? 

Prometheus looked at the man with fear, then he said with difficulty, "I will make the bow... the rainbow of the elements. The man opened his eyes wide in surprise, he seemed intrigued by this skeletal child dressed in rags.

Prometheus calmed down, he took a deep breath, then he began to make signs with his right hand, at the same time he whispered strange words away from his native tongue. The man seemed surprised, for the moment the execution of the spell was perfect. Prometheus did not pay attention to the examiner, he was fully concentrated on the execution of his spell.

He had finished his chant, his right hand fell back to his body, then Prometheus looked around him. He saw flames, jets of water, stone bridges, gusts of wind all next to each other. It was a beautiful scene. All the other young people seemed to marvel at the spectacle. Even the examiner stayed a few seconds to observe the spell that Prometheus had just executed. 

The man got up, walked towards Prometheus, when he got within a meter of him he looked up and down at him and then put his hand on Prometheus chest. Prometheus felt an intense wave of heat running through his body, passing through his veins, then through his organs and finally through his bones. After a few seconds the man withdrew his hand and the sensation of heat disappeared. 

He looked at Prometheus with surprise, "You don't have a mana nucleus, it's...". ». Prometheus didn't let the man finish his sentence "That's because I've had a mana brain since birth". The man looked at Prometheus with even more surprise. "What is your name?" Prometheus clenched his fists." Fotia... My last name is Fotia." 

The man had just understood who Prometheus was - his surname was known throughout the kingdom. What magician did not know the Fotia, the family of magicians that had been exterminated eight years ago. But what surprised the magician was that Prometheus was a member of this family, hardly anyone knew that there were still survivors of the massacre. 

The magician turned to two royal guards whose job it was to make sure the examination went smoothly. "Take him away at once". The two guys looked at each other surprised and said in unison "WHERE". The magician looked at them with a dark hint of "You know where". 

The two guards quickly advanced towards Prometheus, they climbed the steps and grabbed his arms, the child who was petrified, he didn't know what was going on, was it a good thing.

*** 

Prometheus was alone in a small square room with a stone wall. The floor was dirty, there was dried blood excrement and all kinds of bodily fluids. Prometheus looked through the metal bars in front of him. He had been locked in that prison for hours. He was crying. 

Why him. Why he had to suffer so much. Being locked up in prison, living on the streets, watching his sick mother die a slow death. Prometheus was mad with rage.  No matter what he did, it was never enough, there were always people to put sticks in his wheels. 

He thought he could become a great mage with effort and perseverance. But it was no use, no matter what he did his family name would follow him. He heard noises of pats, heavy, powerful and imposing. Prometheus turned to the area where the sound came from, perhaps it was someone who had come to save him.

But badly fortunately it was not, a man came out of the shadows and stopped in front of Prometheus' dungeon. He had a broad smile which revealed his black teeth in bad condition. He stared at Prometheus for a few seconds, then he began to laugh. 

"Hahhah, He had a son, Fotia the bloodthirsty one had a child. Ahahahahahaha. " The man stopped laughing, his smile became distorted, he was seized with rage, "You son of a bitch, do you know what your father did?" Prometheus remained silent for a few seconds with his eyes downcast, then he looked at the man in front of him. "He... He fought in the family war." 

The man looked at Prometheus with disgust, "You shit, your father didn't fight. He wiped out defenseless noblemen, my brother, my sisters, and so many good people. "The man spat on the ground" This is the punishment for your blood, you will never become a magician, you will never become anything, you will live a life of misery and I can assure you that we noble houses will make sure of it. "The man turned around, but before he left he made one last comment. "Your mother is so beautiful... I think I know what kind of job she'd be suited for." 

Prometheus was alone for hours waiting, he was mad with rage, but so sad. Why does life have to be so hard. All his childhood he had believed that work pays, but work only pays for those who are well born. 

The next day Prometheus was chased away, but before that he received a beating from the guards.  When he came home to see his mother, with a mouth full of blood and eyes of black butter, he vowed to take revenge, to become someone and to give his mother the life she deserved to live.  

***

Prometheus reopened his eyes, his dream was over, his rage took hold of his stomach, his desire for revenge had never been stronger, he swore that the Landcasters would pay.

When he was born Prometheus had all the keys in his hands to become a protagonist, why not even a hero. He was smart, talented and his family was powerful. 

But all that changed soon enough. His family was slaughtered, Prometheus grew up poor, and even his talent for magic failed to develop.

Prometheus was betrayed, his honour was trampled upon, and he had to flee his homeland. Prometheus understood that the straight path would never bring him anything, that the kingdom was corrupt and that to make a place for himself in this world blood had to be shed. 

Even Prometheus did not gain his place in his world, he was not recognized for his true worth, and he died killed by his best friend Troene, nicknamed the hero of the people. 

But sometimes destiny is capricious, and Prometheus comes back to life. Did the gods take pity on him? Will his quest for vengeance come to an end? Or is Prometheus part of a greater plan? 

Follow Prometheus on his quest for vengeance and truth.

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If you are looking for a harem story, with hero invincible this story is not for you. Also if you're looking for a story where hero has no feelings and villains only think with their cocks this story is also not for you. 

I'm not trying to write a cliché-filled story that will please everyone, but if you haven't left after reading all of this it means that you're looking for the same thing I am and that this story is for you.

Prometheus could have been a normal man. 
But his family was massacred.
He was betrayed countless times. 
He lost everything he loved.
And he lived in poverty.

So he planned to take revenge. To destroy the kingdom. To slaughter all the nobility. To bring his mother back to life.  But everything ended the day he died. 
Or rather should have.

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