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.
Lesson One Complete
Ver Dilen continued. "Your friends let themselves fight separately instead of as one because they held blind faith in you. What's worse is that you didn't trust Sindre to finish the fight, so you abandoned Merlin and Dag to rush after me. Otherwise you wouldn't have been begging me to save your friends in the middle of a fight."
"Did you let them die-"
Ver Dilen flicked Wilhelm's forehead hard enough to snap his head back. "I'm not that boorish. Now as I was saying, although you seem to hold no malice towards them, you almost got them killed today. Whose fault was it?"
Wilhelm lowered his head.
"Don't pretend you aren't thinking about it," Ver Dilen insisted. "And don't say it was only your fault, especially when it's partially my own fault as well."
"Why would it be your fault?" Wilhelm tactfully tried to switch subjects.