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Transmigrated as an Instant Dinner with a Bonus!

Welcome to the enigmatic tale of Reinhart Glast, a warrior wrapped in a hard hat, hit by a storm of misfortune in his prime years. Threatened by Parkinson's Disease, his world crumbles into a heap of depression, pushing him to the edge of despair. As he contemplates death, life serves him a bittersweet twist - instead of oblivion, Reinhart's existence is whisked away to another realm, where he is plated as... an instant dinner? Fork your way through the unfathomable world of Fallenia, a simmering cauldron across dimensions, where the air stirs with magical energy known as Mana, and humanoid dragons, the Dralkons, color the sky. At the heart of this world lies the Roost of Grammel, where Queen Maze sits on the overheated throne, ensnared in a whirlwind of conspiracy and strife. With her kingdom on the razor's edge of chaos, the heat of politics blisters relentlessly. In the spice-ridden milieu of Maze's royal tribulations, our unlikely hero Reinhart appears, struggling to digest his peculiar fate. Their paths merge in an unusual mélange of destiny and dire need, as they bite into the thick crust of Fallenia's challenges. The epic adventure of this duo cooks up the central plot of our story, as they navigate the cauldron of deception, whip up alliances, and serve their enemies with defeat. "Transmigrated as a Magic Dinner with a Bonus!" invites you to a banquet of emotions steeped in serendipity, marinated in unpredictability, and peppered with danger. Side servings of robust courage and simmering hope accompany magical entrées, all garnished with a dose of humor that refreshes the narrative platter. It’s more than just a saga — it’s a lavish buffet for your imagination. Hold your spoon of anticipation and dive in, but be forewarned: this is a sizzling tale, likely to set your excitement aflame and tantalize your literary palate. Enjoy your meal!

Magic_ · Fantasy
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66 Chs

Dissent and Disquiet under the Hooded King 

The heat of summer was fading, but that didn't stop Collins as he marched along with the other men of his platoon. His mane of auburn hair stuck to his forehead, the salt of sweat stinging his eyes. Cole, his fellow comrade grumbled at his side about the brutal trek and their merciless superiors. But Collins wasn't bothered by their hardship; he had weathered far worse. He was bothered by something else, something much darker.

"Something's wrong," Collins muttered, his eyes scanning the woods on either side of their path. The forest was an eerie stillness, almost like it was holding its breath. The birds were hushed, the animals hidden; the wind was the only sound competing against the march of boots. It was almost as if the forest knew something they didn't.

Cole frowned, looking at Collins. "You always say that."

"And I'm usually right," Collins pointed out.