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

Cerlius frowned as he knocked on Doevm's door for the third time. "Are you in there, brother?" There was still no response.

'He must still be angry,' he thought. There was even a new crack in the door, as if someone had struck it with all their might.

"Cerlius," Eric called out as he walked down the narrow halls of the Draken household. He always strutted around the place as if it was his home too. It practically was. He spent more time there than he did at the War Monks' monastery. "Are you as bored as I am?"

Eric pulled his white hood back. Two bags sat below his tired brown eyes. Cerlius never asked how Eric had gotten his many scars. The apprentice War Monk had accidentally let it slip while describing how he had painstakingly built up his large muscles. The bald head and pale skin on the other hand, Cerlius always made sure to poke fun at them.

Shattered Jar