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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: Changed the title of the previous chapter. ;) Still working on the chapter edits of the previous seven chapters.

It may have just been me, but it looked like this host of ljósálfar warriors weren't just here to provide security for us. It looked like they were here for war—but for who, now that was the question.

Throughout the day, rumors of the Academy's new guests would reach our ears so that it became nearly impossible to get anything done on campus without hearing about the gold-clad warriors and their pristine white banners.

At first, people talked about how many of the Lūmen had arrived. It was a number that began with fifty, which, by the time I finished with Black Magic Defense and was on my way to lunch had bloated to about five hundred. With the way we saw these guys patrolling the many pathways to one of the open-air canteens, five hundred didn't seem like a silly number. It felt kind of accurate, to be honest.

The Lūmenaires, Part 2