Kubei was just an ordinary pencil and button pusher working a day job, hating his boss and making horrible speeches when one day he fell asleep after pushing an all-nighter. When he woke up, he was bound to a chair, facing three creepy robed women and in a body way too young and way too weak to be his own. As he slowly came to, he realized that he was no longer in the same universe as he was before. He had teleported to the Kingdom of Helius, where an all-powerful church rules its lands and wages war against the elusive group known only as Mages. Armed with an incredibly cocky neural interface that just won’t shut up and his own sheer wit, our MC will find himself not just fighting to survive, but maybe even something bigger than himself.
Approximately a few days later.
At Havenwright, in the magnificent main hall of the palace.
"Dirty cultists, what have you done to the king?"
Grant opened his mouth to speak, his face so cold it was as though he had just been fished out of a frozen lake. Not far before him, a few fellows, dressed in strange garments, had fallen on the ground; most of them had had their chests pierced through with silks of light and died. There was only an old man left, leaning over and clutching the wound on his stomach, heaving his last breaths.
Within the main hall, other than them and Grant, there were also many shamans. The shamans all watched the few men who had fallen to the ground; the sense of disgust in their eyes was apparent.
"Nothing much, we have only imparted onto His Majesty some of the true meanings of the goddess." However, as the last survivor, the wounded old man only raised his head and chuckled at Grant, answering this.