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.
Becoming Doevm
Menla's spell sent Travis flying but the hypocrite wouldn't go down that easy. He bounced right off his inflated ego and proceeded to challenge the creation of a new spell; acting as if losing due to his own risky action was some sort of unholy injustice. 'Those kinds of people…' Cerlius thought to himself. 'If I had tortured people like Travis to death then I wouldn't bat an eye, but…' He grimaced as foreign faces flashed in his memory, each and every one twisted in agony. 'I wasn't picky back then, was I? It didn't matter who I tortured as long as they had a new magic.'
'That is why you are feared.' Larque replied.
Cerlius stretched his hands out. Mana rose from his body to construct a couple of magic circles; complex works of beauty - unfit to be woven by his bloodied hands. 'What changed?'