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.
Changing Nightmare
Cerlius's world was dark. Usually an ocean of red awaited him, accompanied by the occasional distant scream. This time it was just darkness. His stomach sunk as the sudden feeling of falling overtook him. The chilling silence stabbed into his chest and limbs like a thousand needles. The stench of wood and metal made him cough out the little air remaining in his lungs. He fought and thrashed around in the cramped coffin but he knew he would die soon, just like his brother.
"I've told you all I know!" Cerlius screamed as he violently awoke. His clothes and white sheets were drenched in a layer of cold sweat and dry blood. He rubbed his eyes and scanned the surroundings for that traitor. He only saw a blue curtain.