by The Brooklyn Chronicler
Alex just wanted cheap rent in New York City. What he got instead was: - A roommate who cooks like a Michelin chef - Heals from broken bones in seconds - Owns "props" that look suspiciously like Excalibur - And has a wife named Merlin After a few too many coincidences — Civil War photos, ancient artifacts, a four-star general dropping by for tea — Alex becomes 99% sure his roommate is immortal. The remaining 1%? That’s just denial. Now Alex is trapped between cosmic weirdness and a lease he can actually afford, trying to survive: - Gods who treat his living room like a break room - Heroes who show up for sandwiches - Death dropping by for tea - And a roommate who insists he’s "just a normal guy." A comedic urban fantasy about the mortal who accidentally joined the divine world… and made a spreadsheet about it.
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