"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.
"A reason?" Doevm cackled and his two flaming eyes brightened. One Undead stood up and walked between Arthur, Gwenivier, and Doevm. The rest of the Undead pooled into one of a hundred teleportation circles in order to return to other parts of the world where Doevm had placed them. The one remaining Undead wore little armor. He had a bloodied mace and a skull with one side crushed. "This was a member of the race you people call Savages. Usually, their race preaches to use that indescribable and illogical feeling called rage to fuel their actions."
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