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.
Prologue (Part 3)
Author's note: I wasn't in love with the name William. It seemed a bit too normal to me. My thanks go out to Bruhmomento for his suggestion of "Wilheim", which was nearly as good as the other, much better name I came up with: "Wilhelm".
I don't dig into the meaning behind names. To me, if it sounds cool it sounds cool, and Wilhelm sounds cool. Let me know what you think of the change! You can see us talking about it on the discord. Here's the link: https://discord.gg/tHaceja.
Now, back to the story...
'Finally, answers,' Wilhelm thought, rubbing the place on his neck where his necklace usually irritated him.
He held his hand in front of his face, then condensed copper life essence around his eyes. Not even a vague outline greeted him. Others would have been alarmed, however he was different, even for a hero. To him, the dark was a friend who would always offer him a place within its domain.