Battlefield Restart: Mortal God
Self-Published
Community Rating
Description
(Cover drawn by Darkstar Dust)
After retiring from the battlefield, my life became empty and lifeless. The regrets of my past haunt me in my sleep. Then a change occurred, a King from another world summoned me to fight for his kingdom, but I died even before I could give him my answer. Now, after a fake God allowed me to reincarnate (albeit imperfectly) with my memories intact, into a world filled with magic and swords.
Information
- Status
- Cancelled
- Year
- 2021
- Author
- Love4NovelGuy
Tags
Royal Road Stats
- Rating
- 3.3/ 5.0
- Followers
- 113
- Views
- 7,592
Chapters(25 total)
- Unknown Enigma- The Betrayer (1)Dec 23, 2021
- Author’s Note: Dream NovelDec 23, 2021
- Conviction and The ‘Confession’Dec 17, 2021
- Let’s Spar!Dec 15, 2021
- Young Miss, Sapphire Swordwick (1)Dec 14, 2021
- ‘Combat Body’ Universal ArtDec 11, 2021
- The BetDec 10, 2021
- The Secretive Swordwick Duke (1)Dec 9, 2021
- Decisive Battle!Dec 8, 2021
- The DuelDec 7, 2021
- The ‘Punishment’Dec 7, 2021
- The ChallengerDec 6, 2021
- Merilin’s WorriesDec 5, 2021
- Warlock HandDec 4, 2021
- Tenth BirthdayDec 3, 2021
- The Father, Fredrick Rainglow (1)Dec 2, 2021
- Mark’s TrainingDec 1, 2021
- Elemental SwordsmanshipDec 1, 2021
- Magic GrimoireNov 30, 2021
- My ResolveNov 30, 2021
Reviews
No reviews yet. Be the first to share your thoughts!
Community Reviews(2)
- DonnyjayRoyal Road★★★★ 4.0Don't stop writing man. I'm still here.
Nice work by the way - LampshadeRoyal Road★★ 2.0This was lukewarm in the beginning, brilliant in the middle, then went to complete shit around the time narration started flailing between a dozen different points of view, some of them apparently different parts of the same personality who fell out, split, swapped genders, split again, remodeled reality? fought, split only this time for real, somewhat recombined? . . . I skimmed after I lost the ability to determine whether the dialogue is taking place in their head or between physical characters . . .
Story, characters, world building, all sacrificed for the sake of this dissociative gladiatorial Stockholm maybe-godhood-incest . . .
My friend once told me about an invaluable piece advice from his father, that when he's feeling maudlin, for example absorbed in the difference between identity and self, he should drink two liters of water and wait a few hours to take the best piss ever, or just go hungry till dinner.
Also, who the fuck is Bob?