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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.

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Targets

'Doevm would know what to do,' Frey thought as he tore his way through the crowd. 'Demons, weird floating doors, basements filled with souls; I don't know about any of this crap. All I know is that my targets are in front of me.' With each demon he cut down, his view of the shamans became more clear. Standing between the twins was the snarky captain, who still maintained a cocky smirk.

The otherworldly creature slammed the other side of the emerald door again and again, the smell of blood driving it into a ravenous craze. One of the black chains finally gave out, crashing to the ground with discordant clanks. The thrashing stopped, and the hairs on the back of Frey's neck rose up. The dark cracks of the emerald door lit up with the yellow light of an enormous, slitted eye.