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.
Raid (Part 6)
"Fire," the man in strange clothes said. The tips of the guns flashed white, and a collective bang echoed throughout the room. Doevm's view went dark as the Guriant swung a limb in front of him. The bullets pelted against its already damaged arm. Bits of ash flew off. The added strain deepened the cracks it had received earlier, extending them to the shoulder. The limb shattered and the pieces turned into a pile on the floor. It roared and waved its stump in the air. The barrage hadn't finished yet.
Several hot, searing pains stabbed through Doevm's chest. The force of them knocked him against the wall. Little spurts of blood dripped from his torn skin and organs.
He instinctively formed a healing spell around himself. His flesh stitched back together, but he could still feel the hot fragments of the metal bullets inside of his ribcage. The group of gunmen pointed their smoking guns parallel to the ground and poured some kind of gray sand-like powder into them.