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Savior! Redemption in Another World!

Vincent DeCourville was not a stupid man, supposedly. He was a young college student, who through a mix of luck and more luck was able land a full ride scholarship. That was about a year ago, the height of his life. Present day, we find Vincent DeCourville plummeting off the side of his college dorms, a note and shoes left on the edge. However, for the first time in his life, Vincent defies his cowardly nature and declares, in his final moments, "I want to live, I'm too good to die here!" Unfortunately, gravity does not bend to the wills of man, and Vincent Decourville was no more. Until one man came to him upon his death, offering a hand. "So even the cowardly can be prideful in death. Perfect." And so, Vincent Decourville died but was given one more chance. One final chance to redeem his cowardly life, in another world! ----

Glass_Man · Fantasy
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95 Chs

Sweet Victory

Panting, wheezing, and ragged, the battle marches on.

Another cast of  Domain of Frost ought to be able to kill him, but it would completely wreck my body, most likely repeating what happened to my arms when I tried to heal a dead Surge. 

Just thinking that name brings not only pain to my arms but heart, but now's not the time. I need to win, more importantly, I'll never lose again. 

"What's the matter? Too scared to move forward?" I call out between pants, holding myself up with my trusty staff. Thanks, Blaze.

"The same could be said about you, I've lost both my arm and leg, why choose to stay so far back?" Fyor smugly replies, weaving strange signs with his still free arm. Hm, is that how normal people cast silently? It's as if-

"Sign language," I say out loud as soon as it dawns on me. 

"Come again?" Fyor says, his hand never stopping.