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.
Entering the Academy (3/4)
Frey and Thomas stared at the wood Jackal's group was laying down, confused for a moment, but the point was gotten across. "Are you going to set the building on fire?" Frey asked.
"Of course not," Jackal chuckled, his smile returning. "Just make sure to call my dear Elero back. I've been wanting to catch up with her after we spent so much time apart from one another. I think the last time I really talked to her…" He rubbed his chin. "She had yet to be broken." He let out a long sigh. "So much potential, wasted."
Thomas's hands balled up into fists but Frey pulled him back. "Don't get caught up with what he has to say. I'm sure it's a trap or some sort of manipulation. We should be focused on the building he's about to set ablaze." He pointed to the commoners, who were rushing around, organizing bundles of wood, all at least a dozen feet from the Knight's Academy.