A Bored Lich
"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.
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The cheering crowd parted for the General and Doevm. General Marble's men, who had been holding back the onlookers, bowed. Alexander made his way through the masses to an elegant carriage at the back. The door to it opened, and out came a man dressed in fine velvet and a bowtie. His white hair had occasional hints of blue, finely combed to be more prominent. When he stepped off, the carriage bounced, free of the bumbling burden that was this ball of blubber.
He was the fattest noble Doevm had ever seen in both of his lives. His shirt fibers almost ripped as his belly fat jiggled. He waddled past his personal guards, who wore symbols detailing the light crystal wrapped in a skeletal palm's embrace and shook Alexander's hand. Doevm wasn't sure what they were saying, too distracted trying to count the man's chins.