"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 damaged jar, which had slowly been tearing itself apart over time, finally shattered. At that very same moment, the beam of destruction hit.
The Grand Shaman had completed her spell outside of the magic academy's detection, but she knew she couldn't hide such an enormous surge of mana just because she was out of sight. She had to rely on the surprise, the shock and awe of destructive might.
The experienced instructors reactively threw up all sorts of barrier-type spells and defenses. Transparent semispheres spread throughout the Reach like a plague. The white-hot light hammered down with an explosive roar. Shrill screams cried out. There were no corpses. All casualties were erased from that plane of existence.