"Screw magic, I want to learn how to do cool flips and stuff." Magic is awesome, until you've studied it for centuries. Doevm reincarnates into a human to experience the path of a fighter to its fullest and swears not to rely on magic. There is only one problem, a goddess stands in his way. She pits him against both the hero and the villain for all of eternity. How will he escape this, with magic or his fists? Maybe both? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------(Sorry about the spacing. Webnovel doesn't let me use enter) Winner of contest #110. I upload three chapters a week. Each chapter has word count around 1000+.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Link to my discord: https://discord.gg/tHaceja ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------While I am an experienced writer, I do make mistakes. Don't be afraid to say you don't understand something or point out an error in grammar. I read all comments. There are naturally some things I won't say. For example, if some says there's an inconsistency and I don't address it, it's probably there for a reason.
The Head Mage of the Acrin Magic Academy, Glenin Ostroch, beckoned for the group to come closer. It was more like an order. Condensed particles of mana floated off his liver-spotted skin like bubbles rising from the ocean's deepest depths. Time had yet to dull his sharp gaze, which seemed to pierce through each and every one of the group members - especially Elero.
Thomas leaned back and whispered: "Do you think he remembers that you tried to break into this place?"
"Shut up," Elero hissed.
"Elero Mech," the Head Mage announced. Elero flinched yet the Head Mage only continued down the line. "Thomas Virility, and Frey; thank you for coming to our aid." He looked lastly towards Lance, sighed, and motioned for the group to sit directly in front of him.