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.
Exception to the Rule
Acid spewed out the Bulber's belly, through a gash the width of a greatsword. Like an overbearing tyrant, Zolgon was there.
"Is this the best you can do?" Zolgon asked as the Guriant rushed towards him.
A fist's shadow engulfed the demon king, who crouched into a stance. The collision of stone and demon caused a deep crater around the combatants.
'Again,' Doevm commanded. The Guriant raised its other fist and sent it down, expanding the crater. 'Again.'
'I cannot,' the Guriant replied, displaying two nubs at the ends of its arms.
"You can have these back," a voice called from the bottom of the crater. One of the Guriant's severed fists flew into its leg, and the other one in its face. The Guriant let out a mindless groan as it flailed about, trying to keep its balance. Zolgon flew out of the crater like a harpoon into the Guriant's chest, knocking it to the ground. "Squad thirteen!" he called.