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.
Lord Brandon Von Trike
After Jackal was bound and carried off the stage, Thomas, Dag, Molly, and Eugene ran out of the waiting room through the backdoor. Since they weren't allowed to return to the stage area, they had to take the long way through the Colosseum's many hallways, uncaring of the servant who was begging them to stay so he could keep his job. As they got closer to the infirmary, where Jackal had been taken, they heard two voices conversing.
"What business do you have with my son?" A deep and very annoyed voice asked, half-threatening and half-curious.
"None," Thomas recognized Doevm's voice. "Now will you let me pass?"
The floor and walls shook. "Then tell me, what is a peasant like you doing down here?" The voice increased in volume. Thomas and the rest rounded the last corner to find a tall man, not skinny nor fat. Every part of him was covered in muscle that had been refined over the three or four decades of his life.