webnovel

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
Pas assez d’évaluations
57 Chs

Divinity drowning

The last time I released my divine aura, the undead started to burn, the goblin girls had a revelation, and everything changed. They started to see me as a kind of prophet, and fortunately, I guess they don't know the meaning of messiah. Otherwise, they might be calling me that way.

It is important—actually pretty important—to highlight that I am no messiah. This kind of task is really for someone who is going to overthrow the world order, which is not my case. Or it is what I believe. Hermes assigned me a mission to reestablish his creed here, not to rebuild the order.

Perhaps the world order would change with a new religious setting. Thinking like that, my job is to promote the development of this world, but if those changes are related to morals besides economic views, I might be a messiah.