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.
Gutless Cur
Doevm strode out of the flames; His expression was calm despite the battle unfolding around him, like the eye of a storm. 'Give artifacts to those who can use them, and you can make anyone dangerous,' he thought. 'For example, being trapped within a barrier gives one time to think.'
Doevm glanced up at the descending arrows, flicked his wrist, and sent them flying back with an arcane gale. 'As expected, they aren't switching tactics,' he thought. 'The only thing they've done is throw artifacts at us. It's as if they know we're stronger than them.'
Doevm followed on his suspicion by funneling his mana into an expanding, red membrane, which outlined the invisible enemies. Despite the momentum he was building, he cursed. 'Only amateurs get caught by that,' he thought. 'Amateurs aren't this coordinated, nor are they able to afford a barrier. They must be working for someone who knows that they'll fail. We're dealing with scouts!'