“I think therefore I am” a sweet lie to live by, is it not?

As a human being, it is a dream for most to want thrills, excitement and adventure but what happens when that is all brought to reality because they were misplaced into a new world? What happens when deals are made that someone couldn't have ever hoped to account for, when they warp and change all at the hands of gods and goddesses as one giant game to them. A human will simply adapt through it all. Gather allies and friends, chase dreams that are always out of reach, and become the second coming of that legend that is void of fame because whether the vessel likes it or not, they have already set everything into motion and the world will not stop spinning for one's own safety.

This is the story of one such human, one who thought themselves to be crafty and tricky. Their self-preservation is held high in their mind and as a legend less adventurer in a world filled with adventurous spirit, someone has to be the rational one.

A Nasuverse, slight D&D aspects, and major homebrew setting displaced. This is a formal warning.

(A displaced story and tags are subject to change throughout story)

(Thank DisplacedWriter for the cover art)