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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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Piece of an Origin Story

Cerlius was led down the hallway, and eventually to the stairway. He then headed to the opposite door, back towards the classrooms, but Lance shook his head. The instructor moved Cerlius to face the rickety stairway leading down into black shadows. He lit a torch to light the way because there were no light crystals down that way. Cerlius had to watch his footing. There was no orderly white stone, only the splintered, creaking steps.

"Why is this place different from the rest of the academy?" Cerlius asked, not as uncomfortable as he thought he'd be in pitch blackness.

"Well this place isn't particularly used very much," Lance said. The shadows danced around the many cracked white stone statues built into the walls. They were mostly depictions of other human mages with similar plaques at the base, but the writing had been worn away with time.