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Adventure Academy

Explore the realmsverse, battle monsters of myth and legend, die trying... and then come back to life stronger with the advantage of hindsight! Rinse and repeat. Death holds no power over Will Wisdom, a boy who’d once been sacrificed to the altar of the gods of death only to reincarnate moments later. Will’s a teenager stuck with Extra-Life, a curse that lets him relive the same day of every death with all the gruesome details of his latest demise intact to help him survive in his next run of whatever realm, dungeon, or adventuring class he’s decided to challenge next. Returning to life after each harrowing encounter is a useful hack for a teenager enrolled in the legendary Academy, a school that teaches young adventurers to become the kind of heroes who chase after the big monster bounties and uncover the great mysteries of the Realmsverse. Mysteries such as finding the cult of evil ljósálfar who’d cursed Will with Extra-Life in the first place, and then exacting his revenge on these bright elf bastards! The Academy is the perfect place for Will to achieve his hopes and dreams too. Assuming he does well in Swords and Sorcery, Apprentice Alchemy, Dungeon Excursions, P.E., and a whole host of crazy training courses in his novice schedule. Will may need a little help with that. Welcome to the Academy, Will Wisdom—hope you live to see graduation day! *** Aside from daily chapter releases, I will release extra chapters every Sunday depending on power stones earned during the same week. 200 stones = 1 additional chapter! *** Temporary cover created with PixAI

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The Unholy Tomb, Part 1

Note: Did you guys see the Liara artwork in the comments of the previous chapter? If not, check out the one I'm adding to the end of this chapter.

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As Lorelai's army marched into the Arefu Cemetery, dozens of gleaming crimson eyes appeared within the folds of the mist, and a cold murderous gaze emanated from every single one of them. 

"Amithaba," the sorcerer monks began chanting loud enough for those of us in the rear to hear them, "Om ami dewa hrih!"

The sage lamps helped to dispel the mist around us, while the torches lit with holy oil ensured that a vampire's 'Glamour' couldn't affect our minds. All things considered; this was some great prep work. The thing was…we mortals weren't the only ones who came prepared for a fight.