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Adventure Academy

Explore the realmsverse, battle monsters of myth and legend, die trying... and then come back to life stronger with the advantage of hindsight! Rinse and repeat. Death holds no power over Will Wisdom, a boy who’d once been sacrificed to the altar of the gods of death only to reincarnate moments later. Will’s a teenager stuck with Extra-Life, a curse that lets him relive the same day of every death with all the gruesome details of his latest demise intact to help him survive in his next run of whatever realm, dungeon, or adventuring class he’s decided to challenge next. Returning to life after each harrowing encounter is a useful hack for a teenager enrolled in the legendary Academy, a school that teaches young adventurers to become the kind of heroes who chase after the big monster bounties and uncover the great mysteries of the Realmsverse. Mysteries such as finding the cult of evil ljósálfar who’d cursed Will with Extra-Life in the first place, and then exacting his revenge on these bright elf bastards! The Academy is the perfect place for Will to achieve his hopes and dreams too. Assuming he does well in Swords and Sorcery, Apprentice Alchemy, Dungeon Excursions, P.E., and a whole host of crazy training courses in his novice schedule. Will may need a little help with that. Welcome to the Academy, Will Wisdom—hope you live to see graduation day! *** Aside from daily chapter releases, I will release extra chapters every Sunday depending on power stones earned during the same week. 200 stones = 1 additional chapter! *** Temporary cover created with PixAI

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Surfing Among Stars, Part 2

"It's not poisoned," the one-eyed god insisted. 

He seemed so eager for me to drink the mug he'd offered me that I had no choice but to take a sip just so I wouldn't offend him—and I seriously didn't want to offend another immortal on the same night that the demon wolf cursed me with eternal torment. 

A tasty warmth filled my mouth, with the taste of my favorite white chocolate mocha frap on my tongue. 

I grinned. "This is good." 

"The rich tapestry of mead is more than just good, boy," the one-eyed god grumbled. 

Did it bother me that he sounded more like a cowboy or a member of a biker gang rather than the Norse god I believed him to be? A little, but hey, I heard that Hel spoke with a southern drawl when dealing with humans. Perhaps that meant the gods were as easily influenced by the mortals who worshipped them as quickly as we mortals were spoiled by a god's mood.