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Feudal Trader

What if an option trader from a South America country was transmigrated to a fantastical world? And if this period was ruled not by the political and military strong, but the most magical proficients? What if gods and goddess were not only worshiped but also provided gifts and blessings to their people, as well as curses? These questions baffled the mind of Rufus, our trader daydreamer, his nerd background and vast tabletop RPG experience always induced him into thinking of new worlds and how they could develop. However, this time, the conceptual world that inhabits his thoughts is his new home. “Should I be happy? Angry? Why was I chosen to do that?” Follow our trader into his new pavement job of introducing modern concepts to a fantastical feudal country.

LazyBarbarian · Fantaisie
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Apostle, What?

She learned about divine spellcasting, divine auras, and beings that could employ both. But is she ignorant about the nature of these entities? There were some gaps in her learning that I think this professor of hers, Rita, left open.

"Apostles are mortals assigned by a god, or a group of them, to fulfill a mission."

"I am sorry if I sound rude, but might I dare to ask what is your mission?"

Her polite tone went a total grade above. She was not putting herself in a lower position, but actually, she was covering in fear. I could notice the panic in her voice.

"Hey. Easy, I am not going to devour anybody." I tried to ease the mood. "Please, continue to speak with me like before."

"Gods, I always thought that they were distant and cowardly beings for leaving us alone in this world filled with villains and monsters."