Mell Odieuse’s core exploded in a shower of light.

As Vainqueur’s breath died down, the [Dracolich]’s skeletal body crumbled to dust, the death she had spread to others finally claiming her. The core’s remains widened, taking the shape of a screaming woman of purple energy; the vile artificial soul of Mell Odieuse, straining from the destruction of her vessel.

The cruel ghost let out howls of agony as her body grew, and grew, and grew…

Until at long last, with a final wail, her soul tore itself apart. Like a balloon pierced from within, her essence dispersed and allowed all her enslaved spirits to escape. Vainqueur’s [Glitzy Theater] collapsed on itself after this explosion of spiritual energy, golden dust raining upon the arena.

Hundreds, thousands of specters escaped in all directions, finally released from her iron grasp. Dragons, minions, manlings, and all species known to Vainqueur, finally found their freedom back and fled towards their final resting place.

A few ghosts didn’t follow immediately. King Wotan’s golden soul offered a sharp nod of respect to Vainqueur, the one foe he had respected, before riding on his horse to some warrior’s afterlife.

Another icy ghost flew at Vainqueur, an old face whom the dragon had never made peace with.

“Icefang,” Vainqueur recognized the wyrm, bowing his head in respect. “We could never settle our score… but know that I will never forget you, my only rival. May the Elder Wyrm grant you another life, so that we fight again.”

Icefang’s spirit made a face, but as Vainqueur paid him his respects, the frost wyrm returned the goodbye; making peace with his rival.

Wyrms’ souls bowed before Vainqueur, as did the minions until finally, only one soul remained.

“Victor,” Vainqueur extended his hand towards his chief of staff’s ghost, the manling returning the gesture. With his [Victory Fist], the dragon should be able to touch him.

But alas, Friend Victor’s ghost collapsed into nothingness as his finger was within an inch of his partner’s claw, dissipating into the ether.

Vainqueur watched the scene, exhausted, bleeding, and morose.

Congratulations! For saving Outremonde from nuclear annihilation, leading a grand coalition to its ultimate victory, and defeating the nascent deity Mell Odieuse in her official [Valhalla] trial, you earned four levels in [Fisher King] and five levels in [Witchfinder General]! You earned the [Fertile Feet], [Enclave], [Exorcism II], [Greater Magic Resistance], and [Salem Trial] class perks!

+270 HP, +130 SP, +5 STR, +10 VIT, +4 SKI, +6 AGI, +3 INT, +9 CHA, +6 LCK.

[Fertile Feet]: Spell, 100 SP per hour. When you walk on the ground, you create a [Plant] creature with every step. The [Plant] is chosen at random and can go from roses to an intelligent creature like an [Elder Treant].

[Enclave]: Once per day, you can decide to declare an area within one mile of yourself as part of your territory. This area will count as your land/nation when using your perks.

[Exorcism II]: You can cast [Exorcisms] up to Tier II. This replaces [Exorcism I].

[Greater Magic Resistance]: You gain Resistance to [Magic] (this includes all spells and similar effects, but not techniques nor magical weapons), and you aren't effected by spells of Tier VI and below unless you wish to be. This replaces [Lesser Magic Resistance].

[Salem Trial]: Technique, 80 SP. You accuse a single target within sight to confess their witchery and find penance. If they have levels in a spellcaster class and fail a Charisma check, their SP is reduced to 0, and they take HP damage equal to the lost amount. You waste the technique’s cost even if your target isn’t a spellcaster.

Congratulations! For capping [Fisher King], you earned the capstone perk [Holy Grail Incarnate].

[Holy Grail Incarnate]: Your blood carries healing properties. Exposure to your blood will have the same effect as healing potions, with a pint regenerating 500 HP; undead will take damage instead. You cannot heal by drinking your own blood.

You have reached level 99. You can now enter [Valhalla] and attempt [Apotheosis].

Level 99. Finally, godhood was within reach.

But it was worthless without his best friend at his side.

Vainqueur turned to Victor’s body and then disabled his buffs, the battle over. The dragon gently carried the remains of his loyal partner in his hand, scythe included, and then walked towards the gates at the platform’s center.

This time, the doors budged the second Vainqueur touched them. Five female, friendly voices came out, speaking at once.

“Come in!”

The gates widened, revealing themselves as a portal towards another space. A golden stairway floating across the strange universe, leading up. The dragon climbed it, carrying his dead friend in his hand. If Vainqueur needed to become a god to raise him, so be it!

It didn’t take long for the emperor to reach the summit, a golden platform even larger than the one where he fought Odieuse.

A mighty dragoness awaited him there, sitting on her royal bottom with regal excitement.

The creature dwarfed Vainqueur in size and majesty, for she was even larger than the Tarrasque Emperor. Each of her five heads wore an elaborate crown, showcasing her gem-like eyes. The span of her wings could cast an entire city in its dread shadow, and her golden claws shamed even the [Hoard Armor] in their shininess. Her scales, instead of settling on a color, constantly shifted between all of them, like a living rainbow.

This entity was the paragon of the dragon race, mixing all the best features from every scaled creature in Outremonde. From Zmey to linnorms to true dragons, all the members of the wealthiest species in existence descended from her.

The legendary Elder Wyrm.

All along, Vainqueur had known this would play out this way. Who else but the ultimate wyrm could have created this dragon-made System? Who else could welcome Vainqueur and elevate him to his rightful place, as a supreme being overseeing all creation? The red dragon raised his head high, preparing himself for the great honor that would be bestowed upon him.

Then the Elder Wyrm spoke and shattered Vainqueur’s delusions.

“Congratulationz, my child!” the creature said, tongues coming out of each of her heads like a dumb animal and destroying her appearance of majesty. Much to his horror, it suddenly reminded Vainqueur of Gorynych. “I am ze good Elder Wyrm! Oh yes!”

Vainqueur froze in shock, as his entire worldview brutally crumbled before his eyes.

“I am zo happy!” the creature spoke while wagging her tail like a dog. “One of my dragonlingz finally made it!”

Vainqueur looked in silence at her behavior, at the multiple heads, at the flash of stupidity in her eyes, and suddenly realized the horrible truth.

The Elder Wyrm…

The Elder Wyrm was a Zmey!

“My life was built on a lie!” Vainqueur complained, shaken by the heresy before him. “God… god is a Zmey!”

“All dragonz are equal before my eyes!” the divine ancestor of all wyrms said kindly. “No matter how many heads!”

Vainqueur felt ashamed and dirty to descend from… from this thing but managed to contain his horror. Even if the scriptures had been terribly wrong, this… this entity was his ancestor, and thus deserved his respect. He couldn’t afford to make a scene when his chief of staff remained dead in his hand.

“Please, oh great Elder Wyrm.” Vainqueur laid his minion’s body before the divine Zmey as an offering. “Can you raise my chief of staff from the dead?”

“Oh yes!” The Elder Wyrm waved her hand as she called upon ancient dragon magic. “Zippity Zappata!”

Life flowed back inside Friend Victor, his chief of staff gasping.

“Oh gods,” the manling said, propelled back to his feet by the shock of the sudden revival. “Oh gods, there was a truck! Where’s the truck?!”

“My friend, you have returned!” Vainqueur was so happy that he forgot himself and nuzzled his minion. Friend Victor was slightly embarrassed but returned the gesture by holding the dragon’s nose in his arms.

“He is so cute!” the Elder Wyrm gushed over Vainqueur’s perfect minion, looking at him closer with her five heads. Friend Victor took a step back in surprise. “His wingz are so pretty!”

“I bred and trained him well,” Vainqueur declared while showing his chest, his pride in his choice of partner stronger than his disgust. “His genes are impeccable, and he has proven his competence countless times.”

“Wait, wait, this is the heart of Valhalla?” Friend Victor looked around, confused. “The source of the System?”

“Friend Victor, have I not told you the System was made by dragons for dragons?” Vainqueur replied, before bowing before the Elder Wyrm. Divine zmey or not, her power and kindness couldn’t be overstated. “Thank you for this free revival, oh Great Elder Wyrm.”

“It is fine, I do it every time my minionz die!” the giant zmey replied.

“Your minions?” Victor asked, sounding suspicious.

“Oh yes, they’re shy with strangers!” The Elder Wyrm cleared her throats and started summoning her servants the dragon way. “Minions! Minions! MINIONS!”

Twelve giants teleported around the platform.

Vainqueur immediately recognized the vile worm Sablar among them, who didn’t bother to hide his disappointment. The destructive deity must have wished for the vile Mell Odieuse to stand in place of her destroyer. Others, Vainqueur vaguely recognized from the statues on display in temples he had visited, from the regal manling king Mithras to the greedy Shesha.

Most looked like they wanted to be anywhere but here.

“Yes,” the gods spoke all at once, with shamed faces, “Your Majesty?”

Friend Victor looked at each of them in silence, most turning their head away in embarrassment. A dark elf among them, the goddess Camilla, blushed in shyness, while a mermaid did her best to avoid the chief of staff's gaze. Only a giant squid and a giant dice didn’t seem bothered, mostly because they seemed lost in their own little worlds.

“The gods?” Friend Victor asked the Elder Wyrm, his voice devoid of all emotion. “The gods are your servants?”

“What is a god,” the Elder Wyrm delivered her wisdom, “but a dragon’s minion?”

“But why?” Friend Victor remained deep in denial. “Why did you make the System at all? What is the meaning of life?”

“To make dragonz richer and more powerful!” the Elder Wyrm replied proudly.

Friend Victor collapsed on his knees, mentally destroyed.

Vainqueur smiled with pride, vindicated by the irrefutable truth. He would have boasted about being right, but that would have been in poor taste. Instead, the dragon did his best to look smug and pompous.

“All along…” Friend Victor muttered to himself. “All along…”

“I am sorry, Victor,” Camilla apologized, putting a hand on her face. “We thought our mortal followers would think less of us if they knew.”

“We suppress the memory whenever we can,” a white deer said.

“Wait, that’s why you can’t Claim dragons?” Friend Victor raised his head, many of the gods nodding slowly. “Because a minion can’t claim a dragon?”

“Dragonz Claimed are forbidden, until the end of time!” the Elder Wyrm hit the platform with her tail angrily, causing the platform to shake.

“You were the closest thing we got to a loophole,” a crowman god with a large scythe told Victor.

“Oh, you have been Claimed?” the Elder Wyrm observing the half-dragon minion with curious attention, like a stupid child with a toy. “You have so many markz!”

“Well, at this point, only Sablar’s is missing,” Friend Victor said, glancing at the worm.

The Elder Wyrm looked between the two with her five heads, before focusing entirely on Sablar. “Minion.”

“... yes?” the worm god asked anxiously, knowing what would come next.

“Give it to him,” the Elder Wyrm nagged him. “Give it to him!”

“No, you can’t make me do this!” the worm minion turned rebellious. “He stole my prophet’s soul!”

The Elder Wyrm glared at him with her ten eyes, like a parent with an unruly child. “Give it to him, minion! Complete the set!”

Unable to resist ‘the stare,’ Sablar turned towards Victor, his many eyes blinking with pure rage. Light shone beneath the chief of staff’s armor, before swiftly vanishing.

“I hate you,” the worm god complained. “I hate you all so much.”

“I better get a special Perk out of this,” Friend Victor said, having recovered from his own heretical revelation. “Is… is the world saved? Did we win?”

“Of course we did!” Vainqueur boasted for both of them, raising his fist. “Did you ever doubt it, Friend Victor?”

“Mell Odieuse has been destroyed, her soul torn into the ether, and you successfully sealed Crom Cruach,” the manling god Mithras said. “For this, you have our sincere gratitude.”

“Oh yes!” the Elder Wyrm focused back on serious matters, clearing her five throats. “Vainqueur Knightzbane, you have proven yourself worzy of [Apotheosis]!”

The fact that she misspelled his own name annoyed Vainqueur, but the dragon remained regal and self-composed. “Oh Great Elder Wyrm, if godhood means becoming a minion, then I cannot accept it,” the Emperor stated, the scene having made him reconsider.

“No, no, it is fine! They were never meant to become minion godz! The System was made for you…” The divine Zmey marked a short pause, “and the fairies.”

Vainqueur immediately froze. “Great Elder Wyrm, did you not make the System for dragons?”

“Yes, but I made the System with Eldy, my best friend,” the godlike Zmey replied. “He is a fairy, but he is super duper nice!”

“The Eldest?” Friend Victor asked, connecting the dots. “The first of the fomors?”

“Yes! He was always zad and lonely, so I gave him a soul, and he made minionz so I would never feel hungry. We left Outremonde to our kidz, and we created the System zo they could grow strong together!”

“Wait, so dragons only created half the world?” Vainqueur asked, his entire worldview crashing down with every new sentence. “The fairies made the other half?”

“Oh yes!” The Elder Wyrm nodded. “But our children never got along and fought, so we spanked them! Eldy took back his fairies’ soulz, and I took my dragonz’ magic! Then we left to create new worlds and Systems, but I sneaked in to send souls to other species because it wouldn’t be fair for them.”

“Well, I guess they didn’t learn the lesson,” Friend Victor said, having made a strange theory about this. Now it was his turn to look smug.

“Fomors and dragons were never informed about the System before their falling out through,” Mithras spoke up. “Due to their arrogance and laziness, they never truly sought to get stronger, and thus never took the steps needed to activate it.”

“Speak for yourself, manling!” Vainqueur replied. “To afford to do nothing is the purest expression of wealth and power!”

“Certainly,” Mithras responded with heavy sarcasm. “In any case, the System slumbered, forgotten and inactive, until Dice accidentally tapped into and reactivated it.”

“Roll me!” a giant dice implored in a corner. “Roll me for DLC!”

“We were asked to keep the secrets of Valhalla to ourselves, and to interfere with both primordial species as little as we could,” a hooded minion goddess added. “For better or worse, they had to find their own path to greatness.”

“There are two choicez for you, my child!” the Elder Wyrm said. “I can either make you ze god administrator of this System or reincarnate you.”

“First, Her Majesty can reincarnate you somewhere else, in a higher difficulty world where you may continue your progression,” Camilla spoke up. “Your level will reset to 1, but you will keep your existing skills and find challenges worthy of your colossal strength.”

“Quite a few [Epic] candidates were adrenaline junkies more interested in adventuring than godhood,” the crowman god said with fondness. “I almost regret not following them, but alas, it wouldn’t have been fun without my rival.”

“I don’t remember getting that offer,” the mermaid minion said.

“Me neither,” a giant squid spoke up.

“Because you were drunk and high, respectively,” Mithras rasped with annoyance.

“Wait, how many worlds and systems are there?” Friend Victor asked.

“Countless, minion of my child,” the Elder Wyrm replied with wisdom and kindness. “I can create Systems, but many otherz can! There’s hundredz of us, and we all have many planets to overzee! It’z so much work, I need to delegate!”

“Higher difficulty worlds are problematic and high-maintenance, but will provide you with a challenge,” a dwarf goddess continued.

“Not as much as Dis though,” the Elder Wyrm said. “Dis is unfair, and itz maker is undragonly.”

“Alternatively,” Mithras coughed. “You can gain a [Deity] level, and join the pantheon.”

“Zat’s the rules,” the Elder Wyrm said. “And I say you should take divinity.”

“Why so?” Vainqueur asked, still distrustful.

“The System was never made to work with us,” Camilla said, before adding, “Unfortunately.”

“It was originally made for dragons and fomors,” Mithras said. “Even when we ascend, our influence over it is limited. To use Claimed terminology, we are moderators, but not administrators.”

“But if you ascend, then you can update the System!” the Elder Wyrm told Vainqueur. “I never had the time because I manage hundredz of them, some very complex, but you could improve it!”

“You could add racial classes,” the white deer said, “to balance it out!”

“So?” Mithras cleared his throat. “What is your choice, Vainqueur Knightsbane?”

The dragon glanced at the Elder Wyrm and her twelve minions, unsure what to make of it, but pleased by the offer. At long last, he could take his place as the supreme ruler of Outremonde, making the whole world his hoard.

Then, he looked at his chief of staff, who hadn’t been mentioned yet, and a doubt forming in his mind. “What about Friend Victor?” the dragon asked.

The sad look on the Elder Wyrm’s five faces immediately confirmed Vainqueur’s worries.

“I am sorry, my child,” the Elder Wyrm said. “He doesn’t have the levels needed. I will have to send him back down.”

“What?” Friend Victor protested.

“Why?” Vainqueur snarled angrily, before calming himself. To show anger in front of his ancestor, even a Zmey, was beneath him. “He has helped me in all things! We defeated the fairy’s armies together!”

“I died for the fourth time already!” Victor added.

“Yes, but you didn’t earn as much experience as Vainqueur,” Mithras said. “Knightsbane is the one who defeated Odieuse and did most of the work. While you, Dalton… well… you were the sidekick in all of this.”

“Okay, maybe that’s too much to ask, but why not increase my levels?” Victor offered. “Vainqueur could grant free noble levels, no?”

“No, or your soul will turn into a balloon!” the Elder Wyrm warned.

“What her majesty—”

“Her Majesty!” the Elder Wyrm chastised Mithras, who now Vainqueur suspected to be her chief of staff. “With an M! I can tell the differenz!”

“What Her Majesty means is that levels, stats, and Perks put a strain on the soul, and someone must gain them naturally,” Mithras explained with a strained face. “Artificially inflating your levels with exploits and loopholes too much will result in the soul becoming unstable, as you saw with Mell Odieuse.”

“Like this guy who tried to gain a free level from every authority class,” a giant, squidlike mermaid said. “His soul turned into a balloon and poof.”

“That was funny and unexpected,” the crow birdkin among them chuckled.

“Mell Odieuse skyrocketed to level 99 through viciously draining experience from other souls and using devices like [Black Crests], earning none of her levels,” Mithras continued. “In the end, it tore her unstable soul apart. If she had managed to reach this place… her ascension could have crashed the System, if not worse. A few free levels are fine, especially if you gain them early, but more and you risk compromising your very existence.”

“That’s why Crests and hard limits on stat boosters exist,” the greedy Shesha explained. “Crests in particular limit rampant experience inflation; they help assess if a person truly earned the skills needed to level up further.”

“And…” Friend Victor muttered to himself while hanging on his scythe, “I am too high level.”

“You have become so powerful that nothing short of world-shaking feats will grant you enough experience to level up,” Camilla said. “Not even [Exp Dodos] will suffice. I would love to have you among us and at my side, but it cannot be yet.”

“Then I refuse divinity,” Vainqueur declared firmly, having heard enough.

“Your Majesty…” Friend Victor trailed off.

“My manling and I made a promise to ascend together, as two halves of a greater whole,” Vainqueur replied. “If we cannot ascend together, then return us to my empire, so that I may rule it until my manling is ready.”

“I cannot,” the Elder Wyrm said firmly. “The rulez are the rulez for everyone. Even one of my children.”

“I was not yet level 99 when I entered here,” Vainqueur pointed out. “Why can I not be returned to my hoard of minions?”

The Elder Wyrm considered his words, seeing the wisdom in them.

“I can return you both to Outremonde,” the ancestor of dragonkind said, although she sounded saddened by this turn of events. “I will count zis as your reincarnation option, my child. But you won’t be able to come back here. Divinity is not a revolving door.”

“Wait!” Friend Victor spoke up. “Can I have a moment alone with Vainqueur, before he makes a decision?”

The Elder Wyrm nodded, and granted them privacy the dragon way.

By turning her back on the duo.

“Minions, turn around!” she ordered the deities. “Minions!”

“This is ridiculous,” Mithras complained, but obeyed anyway, like everyone else.

“Roll me to the left! Roll me on my angle!”

When at long last, all minions had turned around—Dice kept out of sight within a giant squid’s arms—Victor looked up at his partner. “Are you sure you want to refuse, Your M—”

“Vainqueur,” the dragon reminded his friend. “You have more than earned that privilege, Victor.”

“Vainqueur, are you certain you wish to refuse?” Friend Victor said. “Sure, we won’t be able to adventure together after you ascend, but we can still hang out sometimes. It’s not so bad, I do it all the time. You could do a lot of good up there, and make sure all this mess doesn’t repeat itself. Maybe even patch out the [Dracolich] class before a new Mell Odieuse can emerge.”

“We will have to talk about this, Victor—” Camilla was silenced by another minion, sulking.

“What I mean to say is that this planet needs someone responsible at the wheel, instead of twelve people pulling it in all directions,” Friend Victor continued, some of the other godly minions complaining in the background. “And… maybe friendship is blind, but I can't think of anyone better suited for this job than you.”

“Friend Victor, what do you make of our promise?” Vainqueur argued. “That we would ascend together?”

“I can still ascend and join you later,” the [Reaper] replied, although he sounded a bit daunted by the task ahead. “Since we saved the world, I may have to grind a lot to reach Valhalla by myself. But I will.”

Vainqueur observed his partner, trying to understand his reasoning. And he saw it in his eyes, past the helmet.

His manling wanted what was best for Vainqueur… even when he couldn’t follow him. Vainqueur had reached the end of his road, as symbolized by his level progression; his minion knew that even if the dragon would enjoy ruling his empire for a time, he would always yearn for greater wealth and heights. Outremonde had become too small for the Great Calamity of this Age, and he would come to resent stopping where he was.

Friend Victor hated leaving his master behind, but he understood that sometimes, a chief of staff’s role wasn’t to stand at his dragon’s side.

Sometimes, their role was to watch them fly away towards new wealth, and manage what was left behind.

“Minion,” Vainqueur said, his heart heavy. “Bend the knee.”

Victor did without complaint, a dark knight bowing before his lord.

“Promise me,” Vainqueur said. “Promise me on your honor, and on mine, that you shall ascend one day. That you shall rejoin me and stand by my side in the heavens, as you did on earth.”

“I swear,” the [Reaper] declared.

“Promise me that you will take care of my hoard,” Vainqueur continued. “My hoard of minions and lands. Promise me that you will put my niece Jolie on the throne, and guide her with loyalty. Promise me that you will rule justly, and uphold the same values I lived by. Promise me that you will take care of my family, and protect them as I did.”

“I swear,” the former Vizier repeated, warm liquid flowing through his helmet.

“I’m going to vomit.”

“Shut up, Sablar,” another minion replied, but the dragon didn’t recognize which one.

“Promise me that you will breed,” Vainqueur added, ignoring the background noise. “So that you have the bountiful descendants I will never have. Promise me to breed until the world overflows with your good genes, so that all dragons may one day have a minion of your quality.”

“I… I pinky swear…” that one was more reluctant, but heartfelt still.

“And finally…” Vainqueur lowered his head to whisper as quietly as possible. “Do not tell my kind about…” He glanced at the Elder Zmey’s back and shuddered, “this.”

“I swear.”

Good. Dragonkind was not ready yet.

Satisfied, Vainqueur nodded. “Then, I release you from servitude as my chief of staff. One day, we shall once more meet again here as equals. Until then… make me proud.”

As he always did.

“Is this…” Friend Victor raised his head, to look at his mortal master one last time before ascension, “Is this farewell, Vainqueur?”

“No, Victor,” Vainqueur replied, as the light of Valhalla swallowed them both.

“This is goodbye.”

Congratulations. You earned a level in [Deity].

Domains selected: [Dragons], [Leadership], [Wealth], [Growth].

Your journey as a mortal has ended.

But your story has only begun.

Vainqueur's final stats

Vainqueur "Best Dragon" Knightsbane (Pre-Ascension)

Level: 99 (Augustus 30/Witchfinder General 19/Kaiser 20/Fisher King 30)

Type: Dragon.

Party: V&V.

Health Points


Special Points















108 (+10)


Personal Perks

Class Perks

Atomic Dragonfire Breath

Born in the Purple

Fire Immunity

For the Emperor

Red Dragon Lifeforce

King of Games

Dragon Honor



Crowd Favorite

Super Senses


Virgin Princess Radar

Spell Purge

Lesser Poison Resistance

Witch Burning


Greater Magic Resistance


Exorcism II


Hunter's Resolve

El Presidente



Dungeon Owner (Castle of Murmurin)

Stat Boosters +10 (all stats)

Victory Fist

Summon Herald (Victor Dalton)

Imperial Authority

Malefic Secrecy

Monster Empathy

Charged Attack (Dragon Breath)

Victory Roar

Mirror Scale

Fire Crown



Gold Shower

Shining Majesty

Golden Road


Monster Husbandry


Terraform: Non-Magical Terrains


Pontifex Maximus


Malleus Maleficarum




Master of Silence


Glitzy Theater


Improved Hybridization


Rabbit Plague


Alpha Magnetism (Scales)


Miniboss Breeder


Nature Wonder


Sublime Dragonbreath


Wyrm Sovereign


Symbol of Hope


Healing Mantle




Fertile Feet




Salem Trial


Holy Grail Incarnate


A note from Void Herald

Oh my, I've been waiting since chapter 5 for that particular brick joke. 

Anyway, as I stated earlier, the story concludes on chapter 153 (a game-themed character epilogue), so next week. Still a few chapters left to go.

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Bio: I'm Maxime Julien Durand ([email protected]), a European warlock living in the distant realm known as France, spending half my time writing and the other half managing magical websites.

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