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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Olpi considered ending him. Jersin still. Olpi could only guess that he had lost consciousness since his hood still obscured the upper half of his face. He was weak. The infamous sadistic smile was now a plain neutral. He wouldn't be able to defend himself just as Olpi and the rest of the Demis were never able to defend themselves. He would be just like them, the very people he beat.
'Then,' a thought ran through Olpi's head. 'What would that make me?' Her unbalanced dizziness faded and she pushed herself off Menla's side. "It doesn't matter," she sighed.
"What?" Menla tightened her grip around the cane, and the old, dry blood on it coated her small hands. "What did you say?"