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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

Despite its flickering form, its outline was distinct enough that one could easily see a great wolf more massive and lordlier than anything I'd ever encountered before. Even lying on its belly, the monster was more than double the size of the two-meter patchwork wolf that the emissary had become.

Bristling tendrils of shadowy fur-covered muscles that would have made an adult dragon seem like a lightweight by comparison. Its huge snout was shut but fangs of a size even taller than a ljósálfar like Lorias peeked out from under the folds of its mouth.

In my mind's eye, I recalled the emissary's jaws clamping down on my chest, and although the phantom wound from my last death had dwindled since, the feeling of having my body ripped open came rushing back to me as I stared at this new threat. It was all I could do to repress the shudder that went through me.

The Boy Who Cried Wolf, Part 2