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.
The Broken Statue
'One, two, three…' Cerlius thought, counting the number of steps from Mage's Shadow to the first floor of the Magic Academy.
'You should be careful around that Trenton fellow,' Larque warned. 'He was testing you.'
'Fifty-seven. He is of no concern to us. Fifty-eight. I can handle him. Fifty-nine.' He counted out two-hundred steps to the first floor. Trenton and Lance halted for a second to catch their breath but Cerlius didn't share their fatigue. 'Maybe it's because I'm a kid…or I guess I'm supposed to be an adult.'
He was led from the stairway to the academic area's hallways. He kept his distance from the Watchmen but was still close enough to read a few more plaques. A pattern made itself clear: the closer a Watchmen was to his classroom, the newer its plaque was. Cerlius read descriptions of mages from centuries ago, a group called "Human Elementals".