
by Dkk0
A man at the end of his rope makes a desperate choice— and wakes up somewhere impossible. Soft grass presses against his skin. The sky is the wrong color. His hands are smaller. Younger. Not his. Before panic can settle, a tiny blue figure flickers into existence, calmly explaining levels, skills, and quests—as if this were a game, not a second life. He thought death would be an escape. Instead, he’s been dropped into a world where the rules are cruel, the monsters are real, and survival has a number attached to it. With nothing but a stick in his grip and a rolling, fanged creature barreling toward him, one truth becomes painfully clear: His story isn’t over. It’s only just begun
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