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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 Western Hallway: Part 2

After a minute of constant spells and dead demon squadrons, Olpi frowned and said in between deep breaths: "I haven't seen a shaman in a...in a while."

"Neither have I," Menla replied, hands on her knees. "Does your head hurt as much as mine does?"

Olpi sighed and shook her head: "I don't know. I'm just tired."

Another minute passed.

"Is there something in your eye?" Menla asked.

"Yeah, something like that," Olpi said as she rubbed her eyes again, ignoring the burning sensation on her eyelids. Through a near window, she saw pale humanoids fly into the night sky. 'Are those Undead? No. I must be imagining things.'

More demons rounded the corner, a never-ending tide of ants. She let her sore arms hang by her sides and tried to form another magic circle, which vanished as soon as it formed.