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Arcaranorum

sallysally69
Ivan was your average delivery driver, going through the motions with a permanent frown. Burnt out from the same dull routine, he never imagined his day would end swerving into a construction site-and even less that he'd wake up in a vast, empty void. There, a mysterious entity admitted Ivan's death was due to a tiny miscalculation on its part. As compensation, it offered him a choice: a redo of his old life or a fresh start in a random new world. Ivan, without hesitation, chose the unknown. The good news? He could summon anything from his old world-a cozy armchair, a life-saving bottle of ketchup, even a hot cup of coffee (because why not?). The catch? His stats were reset to zero. If he wanted to survive in a world filled with dragons, orcs, and creatures whose names he couldn't even pronounce, he'd have to start from scratch and earn every step forward, even if it meant summoning toasters to tanks. Sure, Ivan could theoretically summon weapons of mass destruction, but surviving long enough to use them was a different story. His body was slowly adapting to the new world's harsh rules, but the real challenge was forging a new identity in a place where danger lurked around every corner. Note: this is a complete redo of my previous work, "Summoning My Way Through a New World: From Toasters to Tanks."
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“Compassion. What is compassion? Is it strength, or weakness. Is it mercy, or a half a measure? Is it a sign of naivety or experience? Or perhaps, it is one of those things that tread the line of ruin and preservation, it’s true meaning known only to gods. I wonder, what do you think of compassion?” “Compassion? For me, it is like a sword. One which you wield from the blade, not the grip.” ……………. Reshi’s life was not a happy one. His childhood was one of poverty, and a family barely keeping it together. It wasn’t a particularly fun childhood, so he decided to end it early. How? Well, he joined the army, where he was turned from child to weapon, expertly wielded by the republic. There he had met many great people, and he had seen them die also. A terrible life really. One that he wasn’t too sad to say goodbye to. After speaking to an extremely convincing deity, he decided to cash in his death for a new life, a glorious one from one of his favourites new novels. The life of a spoiled, and more importantly, rich young noble. Which he had been given….for all of thirty minutes. He had been placed in the body of a hated antagonist, one that only existed in a flashback backstory. His fate was destine to be pathetic, his end pathetic, loved and remembered by no one. But Reshi had already gone through that once. So this time he was determined to change things. To do something about his shitty fate, so that for the first time in two lives, he could carve out a little corner of peace for himself in the world, and maybe even find some happiness to go along with it. [[[[[This is a rewrite of my first novel, that I barely even began, so I’m still quite a new writer, open to any feedback.]]]]]]
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