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.
Birth of the Lich
"Damn them." No sooner had Maximus Draken etched the words onto the back wall did the War Monks arrive. They were all battered and beaten yet they swarmed into the theater, the very place he had intended to teach them about soul magic.
"Drop the sword Draken!" One of them yelled. "You are surrounded. Your army of demons couldn't keep us out."
'Army?' Maximus thought. 'The demons should be vanquished, but it doesn't matter anymore.' He turned from the back wall, sheathed his sword, and dropped to his knees. There were dozens around him, yet the only thing he looked at was a small, smelly wooden crate lying a foot away from him. "You people," his voice cracked as if he hadn't spoken in days.