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

'That's odd.' Zolgon thought. He rubbed his chin as he gazed down at the destroyed roof. 'The Demi-humans dragged a human away but in this idiotic kingdom, Demi-humans are treated as lesser beings. Right now, under the influence of demons, the Demi-humans should be rebelling.' Screams and death-gurgles rang out in the cool winter air. He took a deep breath, smiled, and stood. "Grand Shaman Branath, how long until you can fire another one of the Head Mage's spells?"

Branath didn't respond, nor did she lift her head. She lay face-first on the cloud. "Useless," he kicked her hard in the ribs. At least her face wouldn't be in the clouds like that. "Watch over her," he ordered the lead alchemist and his crew, all of whom had remained behind to dump the black powder.

"If I may be allowed to question your highness..." the lead alchemist bowed. "Where are you going without the Grand Shaman to protect you? Who will command the army if you leave?"

Deep Scars