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.
Initiation
Frey and Doevm emerged from the Underground several minutes later. The ginormous light crystal was at its brightest, signaling midday had come, time for the initiation. As they hurried through the streets, Frey remained silent, his eyes staring at a far-off place. When he inevitably knocked into someone, he apologized and kept moving.
Doevm glanced back at him a couple times but didn't say anything. The building, like the clerk said, jutted out of the red-light district like a sore thumb. Doevm and Frey crossed the wide wooden drawbridge, suspended over a deep body of water with thick chains. Large white stone pillars held up a flat shingled roof which ended when it met the back of the mountain. There were no windows, only metal walls and a large doorway. A single man stood at the edge of the doorway, covered in scratches and plated armor.