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

The illusion of Cardinal Ver Dilen faded as the real Cardinal Ver Dilen's fist impacted against Wilhelm's shield. Wilhelm slid back, his boots struggling to find purchase on the smooth stone, but he maintained his stance, if barely. "What kind of War Monk uses illusions?" he blurted out.

"You aren't going to be fighting War Monks! You aren't going to be sparring! Show me what you got!" Cardinal Ver Dilen laughed and reeled back another fist.

"Fight, damn it!" The Cardinal shifted his stance a split second, his fist expanding into an open palm strike, hitting at a precise angle, and nearly knocking Wilhelm's shield away. Wilhelm faltered and caught himself against the stalagmites, much to his opponent's increasing disappointment.

'I could say the same to you.' Wilhelm thought as he reoriented himself.

If before Ver Dilen was scornful, now he looked at Wilhelm worse than something he'd stepped in.

Edgy Tendencies and a Pure-Hearted Smile