"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.
"Why are you here?" Thomas recognized Gregen's voice.
"I might be the leader," Thomas heard Trak respond as a set of rusted hinges screeched until a sharp slide of a lock clicked. "But that doesn't mean I'm above doing regular tasks. I am not a noble. Besides, I like to think down here among the prisoners, where it's safe. You did make sure that every creature here was dealt with, correct?"
"Yes sir," Gregen responded, a bit of forced subservience slithering underneath his direct response.