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.
Chronomancy, an Assassin, and a Theory
Kilot, the bait, lay trapped within the crowd as the hunter waited for more prey to fall into their trap. Doevm was certain of it; what to do about it however, that was another question entirely.
He didn't dare force his way through the crowd for the same reason he had rushed to open his father's legacy. At this stage of the "game", information was too valuable. Acting thoughtlessly would be like digging his own grave, although it was alluring. The lack of information was very persuasive to that point.
The crowd was awestruck, but not panicked. They didn't point or shout: "Murderer! That's the one!" Even if there were witnesses, it wasn't as if Doevm could call them over one by one for interrogation.