The Instructor

The top-ranked player on the server, a rookie with a soul-transmigration ability: how can a melee mage make himself look like a total weakling? Asking online! It’s urgent!

The Republican era, swords and magic, a game world, a city under siege by zombies, a feudal age: rifts in space and time have riddled this world like a sieve. How can anyone survive in a world like this? That’s the question.

(New story, no chapters stockpiled. I’ll write and post as I go, with no promises about quality or quantity. Feel free to pester me with character ideas and plot inspiration!)