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.
Judgement
Lance slammed the door to his office shut, or he would have if it were a normal door. It wasn't as if he could magically force the door to unfold in an aggressive manner, since the bracelet did almost everything for him. Instead, he yanked the chair out for Cerlius, stormed around to the other side of his desk, and put his throbbing head in his hands. The warm sunlight against his tired back did little to ease his dark expression.
"So," Lance said. He paused. Students usually tried to blurt out some sort of excuse or justification for their actions but Cerlius sat there with the same look he had in class, a searching, curious gaze which seemed to analyze Lance's every movement, an unsettling feeling as much as it was comforting.