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.
The Notemaker
Elero let out a long sigh and picked up her sword. 'I just need to focus.'
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"So what's the drawback of Flow?" Frey asked, suppressing the urge at look at Elero. "You said there was always a cost to strength."
Alexander frowned: "You two just asked about it, hopelessness. I even said it. Are you dense?" Frey nodded while Thomas tried not to laugh. Alexander sighed and continued: "A humble one, aren't you? The Flow is a strong tide. Yesterday, your body failed to act in line with its will, putting your mind and body at odds. You incurred the cost of going against the Flow. Even though you had energy left, everything slowed as if you were thrown into the tide's murky depths. The more momentum you have, the greater the cost."
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'Strike,' Elero grunted and lurched forward but her arms refused to move. The sword fell out of her grasp, clattering to the ground. Her legs returned to mush. Pain rocked through her face, which smacked into the tree.