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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

NOTE: Edited - 26/09/23 Fixed grammar, prose, and dialogue (Gave Saga a kind of hip-hop vibe and personality).

"Will someone throw a salt grenade and bring these fellows woe!" I heard Helm Grimm rhyme from somewhere on my left.

His flyting cry was answered by his brother Koby, "I've got what you need, don't you worry, bro!" who I think was somewhere to my right. I only knew that because I could see a metal canister about the size of a soda can flying in an arc on my right peripheral. It dropped a few yards ahead of me and right in the middle of a mob of draugr that I was about to run into.

Pressurized vapor burst out in all directions, spraying the draugr in a liquid salt solution that burned their skin as it made contact. The draugr let loose ear-splitting screeches of pain as the salt's purifying nature dealt a critical blow to the undead bastards. Seeing this, I couldn't help but stoke the fire some more. Literally.

Defending the Academy, Part 1