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: Thanks to hitting 205 powerstones last week, I'll be publishing an extra chapter this week. Look forward to it!

I sat up wide-eyed and breathless, with sweat coating my back, and heart-wrenching pain lancing my chest.

"Who's Liz?" asked a familiar soft voice. It was the one voice I longed to hear. Although there was a slight coldness to her tone this time.

I glanced over my shoulder. "Liara…"

As was her way, my fiancé was sitting by the windowsill—a thick log of solid oak that held her lithe form with ease. She was wearing my blue aviator jacket over a new set of blue mage robes. Liara's bare feet were resting on the ledge, but her favorite pair of brown high-cut Nyke Explorers V lay on the wooden panel floor beneath the window.

I got up from the hard cot I'd been lying in, strode over to where she sat and then wrapped my arms around her without waiting for her to be okay with it.

Dreaming with a Broken Heart, Part 2