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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

Holy freaking Hel… I did not see this coming. Nor did I ask for it as I was pretty sure my list of recommended reinforcements for Mistress Lorelai did not include my master.

Well, I would have to curtail my surprise. Because, if she noticed me looking all dopey and inattentive, my master would knock my lights out immediately after she beat up Fenrisúlfr's pack of super wolves.

Speaking of beating a super wolf up…

No words were exchanged between Gévaudan and the dragonkin who'd appeared before him. Rather, there was no time for words or any other kind of exchange. At least not for the silver-haired emissary. Because, in a single flawless motion, my master drew her katana forward in an arc—its blade coated in an elemental aura that looked like glowing bubbles were spreading along its surface—and cut Gévaudan in twain.

The Unrivaled, Part 2