You know the drill. Some guy gets truck-kun’d, wakes up in a fantasy world, and becomes an overpowered, harem-collecting hero, right?
Yeah… not me.
I didn’t even get the dignity of a death-by-truck. The cosmic lottery just dumped me into a world crawling with magic, vampires, werewolves, beastmen, and who-knows-what else—
and guess what? I rolled a natural zero.
No cheat skills. No special powers. They couldn't even give me a handsome face or a sexy body!—just my own plain self.
So, survival plan? Use my modern brain, play it smart, make powerful allies.
Simple enough, right?
Well, at least that was the plan... until my first companion was a freaking veggie-eating vampire who refuses to drink blood.
(Warning: This story may contain occasional strong language.)
