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.
Thomas's Natural Charisma
Thomas opened his eyes and sat up while coughing the vile smoke out of his blackened lungs. The night's cold, clean air was so refreshing even as it dove under his wet clothes and made goosebumps run along his skin. He took in as much fresh air as he could in between his heavy coughs. Two heavily scarred hands gently pushed him prone, back on the hard dirt.
"Take it slow," a faintly familiar voice said. The hands guided his breathing by pushing up and down on his chest. "In through the nose." Thomas breathed in. "And out through the mouth." The hands pushed down, pushing the fresh air out. Four fingers were held out in front of him. "Thomas, can you tell me how many fingers am I holding up?"
"Three…no four," Thomas replied, his blurry vision steadily focusing. He glanced to the figure kneeling next to him, someone a year or two older than him and dressed in a white robe.