Random_writer

"Screw magic, I want to learn how to do cool flips and stuff." Magic is awesome, until you've studied it for centuries. Doevm reincarnates into a human to experience the path of a fighter to its fullest and swears not to rely on magic. There is only one problem, a goddess stands in his way. She pits him against both the hero and the villain for all of eternity. How will he escape this, with magic or his fists? Maybe both? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------(Sorry about the spacing. Webnovel doesn't let me use enter) Winner of contest #110. I upload three chapters a week. Each chapter has word count around 1000+.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Link to my discord: https://discord.gg/tHaceja ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------While I am an experienced writer, I do make mistakes. Don't be afraid to say you don't understand something or point out an error in grammar. I read all comments. There are naturally some things I won't say. For example, if some says there's an inconsistency and I don't address it, it's probably there for a reason.

A Bored Lich

'Karma?' Cerlius thought. 'Rules? Those ideas make the world sound like a fair place. What a bunch of bullshit. Fucking Human.' A black thread appeared and disappeared, and a crack rang out. The little strength he had left quickly decreased, and he felt something snap inside of him.

It wasn't painful but something was gone. He felt numb to it, all the stress and worry. He stepped outside of himself and looked at all these adults, these children pulling him into their stupid game, and only shook his head. "Head Mage, I have told you what happened. Would you prefer if there was a truth orb present?"

Lance pulled the artifact in question out of his spatial ring but the Head Mage waved for him to put it away. "There was no arrow in your room, only a crack in the stone window frame. Your story implies that an arrow fell out of solid stone. Or will you insist that you passed out immediately?"

Another Crack in the Seal