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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

"Do you know why I pushed you to train in such a crazy manner?" Divah asked.

"Because you wanted me to suffer?" I replied.

I had to clarify so I wouldn't get smacked in the back of my head for being cheeky, but the attack never came. Instead, my master gazed at me with silent earnestness, and I couldn't help but answer earnestly too.

"Because you wanted me to know the meaning of what it meant to stab, cut, and, um, burst, I guess," I answered.

I glanced down at the shiny obsidian bangle wrapped around my right wrist.

"The more I stabbed my sword at the air, the more I noticed the importance of a proper form—the tighter my form, the stronger the force I could transfer into my sword—and the stronger the force, the harder it was to continuously stab the same point I had envisioned in the previous stab," I added.

"You still managed it," Divah noted.

One Who Knows No Fear, Part 2