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.
Gradual Return
"The healer won't treat us," the student said.
"Why?" Lance asked. The frail boy barely stood straight. There were still small cinders burning in his gray hair. Luckily the burns stopped within an inch from his brown eyes or he would have been blinded. "Are you banned from the medical wing? Every student is entitled to receive treatment if it is requested. It's in the first section of the rulebook for the goddess's sake."
The student shook his head and pulled a spool of bandages out of his spatial ring. "I can still move around. The healer will send me back without using any holy magic."
"Allow me," Lance said with a hand outstretched. "I've been feeling more useless than Ploly standing around here." The boy handed the bandages over and Lance began wrapping the side of his face. "What was your name again?"
"Pince," Pince said. "I'm not surprised you don't know my name. I never really talk in class, except maybe to Ronlo or occasionally some others."