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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 - 24/09/23, Edited the entire latter half of the chapter and made the ending scenes more dramatic. Fixed dialogue, grammar issues, and prose too. Enjoy!

"In the flesh, all these elements exist, nurturing, strengthening, cleansing, transforming…" With each word spoken, power spilled forth from my mouth so that an echo of my voice reverberated around the lavender field in a groovy way.

To symbolize the flesh, I cut my palm with Hrunting's blade and let a drop of blood drip down onto the ghostly line.

'For the blood is the life,' I thought happily.

Right on cue, the rumbling began.

I couldn't see it from my spot on the opposite side of the magic circle, but I imagined something groovy had just happened to the runestone in the southmost position of the inverted pentacle. If so, then I had effectively turned it away from its dark purpose of slaving the elements to evil.

Did this mean the deed was done?

Tricking the Trickster, Part 2