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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: You can read the author's note at the end of the chapter for insight on this dream sequence and the one in chapter: Heart to Hearth, Part 2

I woke up lying on a slab of stone inside a place that had, until tonight, been considered a place of holy worship for Freya, goddess of love and battle.

My hands were tied. So were my feet. They bound me so tightly that I could barely move my body to struggle.

"Hel, Ravena, Knull," they chanted around me. "Hel, Ravena, Knull."

My head, the only part of me that I could move freely, glanced sideways—and there he was. Lorias Löwenthal, my new father-in-law, with that fanatical glint in his eyes that was reflected in the faces around him.

Yeah, this version of Lorias was certainly different from the bright elf I'd been hanging out with on the realm of Peris.

It was elvish for something like 'mortality' or being close to the point of death.

Smasher of Stone, Part 2