GD_Cruz

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: I edited the chapter on 20/12/23. Added extra content, fixed grammar issues, and streamlined the story's flow.

"I'm sorry," Liara whispered for the umpteenth time.

"It's fine," I replied placatingly. "It wasn't your fault. She goaded you on."

I noticed that the she-elf was staring at my wrist. There wasn't anything there for her to feel bad about though because Mistress Ravenloft had given me a high-grade healing potion for my troubles.

Frankly, I would have preferred to sell such an expensive item. Unfortunately, our history teacher wanted me to chug the potion while in her presence, thereby depriving me of the hundreds of sceattas I could've earned from the sale.

Just thinking about losing all that money made me sigh.

"Seriously, it's not about that…" I grabbed her hand underneath the work table and squeezed it gently. "We're good. Okay?"

Back to School Blues, Part 2