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Explore the realmsverse, battle monsters of myth and legend, die trying... and then come back to life stronger with the advantage of hindsight! Rinse and repeat.

Death holds no power over Will Wisdom, a boy who’d once been sacrificed to the altar of the gods of death only to reincarnate moments later. Will’s a teenager stuck with Extra-Life, a curse that lets him relive the same day of every death with all the gruesome details of his latest demise intact to help him survive in his next run of whatever realm, dungeon, or adventuring class he’s decided to challenge next.

Returning to life after each harrowing encounter is a useful hack for a teenager enrolled in the legendary Academy, a school that teaches young adventurers to become the kind of heroes who chase after the big monster bounties and uncover the great mysteries of the Realmsverse. Mysteries such as finding the cult of evil ljósálfar who’d cursed Will with Extra-Life in the first place, and then exacting his revenge on these bright elf bastards! 

The Academy is the perfect place for Will to achieve his hopes and dreams too. Assuming he does well in Swords and Sorcery, Apprentice Alchemy, Dungeon Excursions, P.E., and a whole host of crazy training courses in his novice schedule. Will may need a little help with that. 

Welcome to the Academy, Will Wisdom—hope you live to see graduation day!

*** Aside from daily chapter releases, I will release extra chapters every Sunday depending on power stones earned during the same week. 200 stones = 1 additional chapter!

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Adventure Academy

"We find our strength in those moments when we're not allowed to fail," Mistress Lorelai said when she arrived to give me my reward. "That'll do, Mr. Wisdom. That'll do." 


She tossed me an object that had been part of our previous run of the maenad's garden. It was the thyrsus she'd pulled out of the grass that had triggered the maenad's trap and eventually got me killed.


"What's this for, ma'am?" I asked. 'I thought this would have burned up in the fire...'


"To the victor go the spoils, Mr. Wisdom," she explained. "And you've certainly earned the game ball."


"Thanks, but," I hefted my glaive over my shoulder, "I've already got a weapon."


"Don't turn your nose up on this thyrsus too quickly. It survived a conflagration of novice magic without a single scratch… it's a grimoire," Mistress Lorelai answered. "Can you not feel its energy for yourself, young mage?"


The Crown, Part 2