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Adventure Academy

Explore the realmsverse, battle monsters of myth and legend, die trying... and then come back to life stronger with the advantage of hindsight! Rinse and repeat. Death holds no power over Will Wisdom, a boy who’d once been sacrificed to the altar of the gods of death only to reincarnate moments later. Will’s a teenager stuck with Extra-Life, a curse that lets him relive the same day of every death with all the gruesome details of his latest demise intact to help him survive in his next run of whatever realm, dungeon, or adventuring class he’s decided to challenge next. Returning to life after each harrowing encounter is a useful hack for a teenager enrolled in the legendary Academy, a school that teaches young adventurers to become the kind of heroes who chase after the big monster bounties and uncover the great mysteries of the Realmsverse. Mysteries such as finding the cult of evil ljósálfar who’d cursed Will with Extra-Life in the first place, and then exacting his revenge on these bright elf bastards! The Academy is the perfect place for Will to achieve his hopes and dreams too. Assuming he does well in Swords and Sorcery, Apprentice Alchemy, Dungeon Excursions, P.E., and a whole host of crazy training courses in his novice schedule. Will may need a little help with that. Welcome to the Academy, Will Wisdom—hope you live to see graduation day! *** Aside from daily chapter releases, I will release extra chapters every Sunday depending on power stones earned during the same week. 200 stones = 1 additional chapter! *** Temporary cover created with PixAI

GD_Cruz · Fantasia
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Long Live the King, Part 1

I wanted to explore Niðavellir's bustling streets a little more, but a glimpse was all I would get of this visually captivating kingdom of artisans. 

Once Dalmatia told us the truth about her king's condition—a truth that we probably would have figured out ourselves considering how bleak the city was—she took us to the nearest subterranean tram stations so our party and our escorts could take a private tram to the heart of the great city. 

The tram itself was a delight to see. 

Visually, it was like a San Francisco cable car had sex with a Japanese bullet train and a Niðavellir tram came out of them. Performance-wise, we traversed a city three times the size of New York in to get to its center in the short time it took for me to pick my nose. Kidding. But it was a lot less time than getting to Broadway from Queens. Believe me.