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.
Heretic
Author's note: Word errors because wifi is down. Will revise soon.
Cerlius's bare feet scrambled up the jagged stone stairs. The tormentor seemed to wait until he had finally found his footing to shove him again. Cerlius did not care. He was finally out of that cell. They came to a stop before a large metal door, the only entrance and exit to the dungeon. The tormentor fumbled a key into the lock and creaked the door open.
Cerlius shivered as a breeze swept through his baggy clothes and pressed into the dungeon's stale atmosphere. After five days of captivity, one hundred and twenty hours in hell, warm sunlight finally struck his skin again.
The War Monks kept the magic-restricting manacles on. There was no telling what a seven-year-old, who could barely talk anymore, could do to an organization of hypocritical, idiotic, deplorable killers and liars.