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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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The crossbow bolt fell out of Ver Dilen's robe, bloodless and broken.

Wilhelm, sweat and blood trickling down his face, gawked at his opponent in disbelief.

"Keep moving!" Dag yelled.

Ver Dilen was already in motion. In a flash of gold, Wilhelm's crumpled form smashed through the stalagmites, splintered armor clattering about.

Cardinal Ver Dilen shook his head. "He has potential, but he's still naïve," he concluded. The monastery's candle flames flickered as he exhaled. He straightened papers in order before sliding them back to the man across the pew.

The man, Isaac, gently slid the papers into his toga, as white as the marble figure of the goddess at the back of the monastery, standing in a beam of sunlight with a smile. "I pray that means you will be better at training Wilhelm than I was. After all, they say the apple does not fall far from the tree," he said.