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

"Remember what I said and you might make it out," Elero warned.

The two returned to their original positions just as Owen descended into the shelter, dragging in the smoky stench of incense. He glanced both Elero and Olpi up and down, then grabbed his bag. He opened it and Olpi's heart rate spiked. He deposited an empty bag of chalk, paused, then drew a small blade from under his shirt. "Olpi, was it?" He asked, staring at her through the reflection in his blade.

Olpi swallowed her saliva. "Yeah, why?"

Owen knelt in front of her, his imposing figure blocking the firelight, and reached out a hand filled with mana. Olpi flinched. The pain in her broken leg spiked as Owen's hand wrapped around it. She felt bones snap back into place and she opened her eyes to find a radiant energy around her restored leg. "Try moving it now,"

Olpi moved her leg around. "It still hurts a bit."

Why a chef?