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.
Descent into the Darkest Darkness...which is Dark (Part 1/2)
Doevm stepped in front of the group and held his hands up to show he wasn't armed: "We wish to enter the Polyglint Mines."
"Well, you've come to the right place," the guard replied. "Now state your business. Are you with Dragon Horde?"
"No, we simply wish to use the mine," Doevm said.
"As does everyone," the guard said.
Doevm stepped forward, but the guard held up a hand and examined the group with open suspicion, especially Olpi and Frey. His stomach sank: "Is there a problem?"
The guard didn't respond. He continued to examine the rest of the group, who were still laughing at Frey's expense. A laughter which suddenly cut off, leaving a dead silence. Doevm curiously looked over his shoulder then cursed under his breath.
Kilot wore a deadpan expression. He strode up to the guard and got into his face: "What's that look for?"