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.
Good Old Reverse Psychology
Like a child crossing a river by hopping from stone to stone, a Wyvern's silhouette flapped across the clouded, night sky. Doevm looked down at the map, whereupon a dot steadily grew brighter. 'This should be close enough,' he thought. The Wyvern folded its wings, diving headfirst through the clouds. Doevm's stomach lurched. He felt Thomas's grip dig into his sides. Rushing to greet them was a forest canopy. Doevm had spent a year of his life looking up at that same canopy. He barely recognized it from above.
Doevm's gaze fell upon the tallest section of the canopy, aglow with life. 'Good thing I kept my distance,' he thought before shifting his attention on landing. The enormous trees refused to bend, and the Wyvern screeched as its scaly defense was tested against branches and vines. The rich soil did little to soften the landing, but at least they were alive and unseen.