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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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The Boy Who Cried Wolf, Part 1

Note: Edited - 13/09/23

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Hearing Liara's sudden scream was horror to my ears. Seeing the she-elf fall to one knee as if someone had just kicked her other leg, well, that sent fiery anger rushing through my veins. 

"Stop!" I yelled. 

"No." It was little more than a whisper and yet I could hear Circe's voice over the cacophony of yelling Lorias and I were making. 

I watched with bated breath as Circe pulled the giant-ass needle out of the straw doll's leg only to pierce its left shoulder next. 

Once again, Liara screamed. 

'Like produces like' was the basis for all sympathetic magic. In Liara's case, the doll which had stewed in her blood for gods knows how long had established a strong connection between them so that whatever Circe might do to the doll would equally affect Liara because of the connection created by her blood.

"All right!" I dropped Hrunting.