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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.

Random_writer · Fantasia
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After twenty minutes of paddling away from the fight, Doevm and Elero finally decided to stop and take care of the two unconscious passengers.

'What the hell was that?' Doevm thought as he took out a healing potion. He popped the cork, spat it on the ground, bent down and poured the contents down Frey's throat. 'When did I become so useless?' He massaged the throat muscles, forcing the sleeping giant to swallow. Doevm sat down and waited for the wounds to heal. 'I knew a thousand ways to beat Trak, but I couldn't use a single one of them. Even now, I can only think of magic to counter him, and nothing else. Nothing but that horrible excuse for magic.' He closed his eyes and pictured the library. A single book pulsed faster than his heartbeat. 'I can take care of that later. First, the weak links.'