GD_Cruz

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

"Seriously, kid... I don't have time for pranks. So, again, what are two Academy brats doing out here in the dead o' night when that bastard Doyle's been making us jealous with all his drunk calls over the radio about the high-quality booze he's drinking over at ye'r camp?" Sarge asked. 


I pointed at the mug in his hand which smelled heavily of honey and alcohol. 


"Local fare's not bad." The dwarf took a swig of his beer and then belched loudly in our direction. "But it's no comparison to the imported Vanaheim stuff ye lot get at basecamp." 


I let out a sigh. Dwarves. Bloody alcoholics, the whole lot of them. 


"I'm sorry we've disrupted your night, sir, but…" Liara spoke in that honeyed voice that made most males blush. From the way Proudfoot's cheeks flushed, I guessed my she-elf companion could produce that same effect on females too. "…we're here on Academy business, which my friend here—"


The Man with the Red Beard, Part 2