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

"I see something over there. Wait, that's a person. It's…Frey? Frey! Frey! Wake up! Shit, he's got hypothermia. What happened to you, Frey? Look, there's his tracks."

"I'm picking up a couple scents. I know what Elero told us but I can't believe my own chef did this. Doesn't Frey have immunity to poison?"

"Thomas, ask later. Look, there's someone else. I got both of them. You handle the rest. Bring back anything that looks useful. Hurry!"

Again, Frey sank into the murky black. The light above had extinguished; Frey's power had exhausted itself, for now. Without a fight to win, there was no reason to get back up. A shift drew his gaze to a remnant as it fell towards him. 'This is from the piece of Owen's magic I absorbed,' he thought. With the last of his fading strength, he grabbed onto the remnant and looked into it.

The Right Choice (Part 1/2)