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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Bullets broke through the swamp's frozen streams, echoing throughout the valley. Short bursts of smoke drifted over ruined structures which had long since sunken into the rich earth. Thomas stood on a dry patch of land, reloading his gun with practiced ease.
Just as he finished loading, he cocked his head to the side. The thick vegetation around him shifted with both the gentle wind and General Alexander's movements. Thomas gritted his teeth. A single misfire could waste precious ammo and several seconds of time. Blue life essence condensed around his ears. As his hearing swept out, to where he could pick up even the subtle shifting of one's weight, he waited.
A few moments passed. He shifted right as a straw dummy flew out of the brush. He whipped around and took aim, making an effort to keep the weapon steady, his eyes open, and his finger firmly at the trigger. Bang! The head exploded into a mess of straw and splintered wood.