A silent night.
The time on my phone showed 23:49.
I was walking calmly along Toar Toar street until at some point, I accidentally stepped on a banana peel.
Instantly, my body fell, and my head hit a flower pot—hard.
When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer there.
I immediately realized I was in a strange room.
This place was weird—just a vast stretch of black marble floor, shrouded in dark mist, and filled with many floating pots.
Right in front of me stood a white-haired woman wearing... strange clothes.
I thought she looked like a Goddess.
The woman began to speak,
"Oh, unlucky human, you have died because of a banana peel. Since your death is quite pitiful, I'll give you a second chance to reincarnate in a new world.
And since I'm in a good mood, I'll give you some money. At least enough to eat and rent a cheap place for a while."
I was frozen—somewhere between embarrassed and angry because of how ridiculous my death was.
Seriously? I died like this?! No dignity at all!
I grumbled, "Oh, come on."
"I haven't finished Henshin Impact, I still want to know the ending of Two Piece, I'm not even married yet—why do I have to die NOW?! Such a cruel fate."
Then the Goddess spoke again,
"Hey, hey, calm down. Oh right, I haven't introduced myself.
My name is Lavendia, the Goddess in charge of watching over Earth and handling human reincarnation. Don't worry, I'll grant you a special ability—"
She looked at me with a serious and dignified gaze.
"Your special ability is to produce and manipulate onions."
I muttered, "Oi, at least give me something cool like Shadow or Hellfire or something. What can onions even do?"
The Goddess sighed deeply.
"Be grateful, will you? Would you rather end up like Natsuki Subaru? Or worse, like Guts from Berserk?"
Before I could protest, she snapped her fingers.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in the middle of a misty forest.
Cold, damp air.
My name is Azei. Honestly, I still haven't fully accepted this new life, but what can I do?
In this world… humans and other races coexist peacefully in some regions.
This vast world has many races:
Human race, 2. Vampire race, 3. Demon race,
Half-wolf race, 5. Half-cat race, 6. Dwarf race, 7. Half-dragon race, and 8. Slime race
After walking for a few minutes, I found a large city gate with a sign that read:
Caerliona
A thin mist covered the air—even around the gate itself.
"Hufth." I looked at the money in my hand.
"At least that cursed Goddess gave me a bit of money, about 199,000 Dhelmos. And the ability to summon and manipulate onions."
I tried summoning an onion in my hand.
As I stared at my palm, a large onion slowly appeared there—and it didn't look appetizing at all.
I thought, Hmm… what can I even do with this?
Tch, am I supposed to open an onion shop?
Maybe I should learn other magic instead.
I walked through the city gate with half-broken hopes.
To my surprise, this world wasn't like any typical fantasy world!
There were cars that looked like something from old history books, colored vintage cameras, and classic firearms like hand cannons and matchlocks!
It's like I time-traveled—but in a fantasy world!
And Caerliona was no ordinary city.
It stood within an eternal thin mist.
Located in the western region surrounded by pine forests, the city had gothic-antique architecture: red-brick buildings, old clock towers, and stained-glass windows that reflected soft light in the afternoon.
Many people wore Formal clothes, and among them, I could see some who looked like vampires.
There were trams running everywhere.
I looked around, amazed.
"This is quite a good fantasy world... but unfortunately, I didn't get a cool power like Song Jin Wuu."
After wandering around for a while, I found a signboard that said:
'Cheap Rent! 49,000 Dhelmos per month (49% OFF!)'
So cheap. Without hesitation, I rented it.
The landlord could only stare, confused, seeing me dressed like a "lost tourist," but strangely, I could already understand their language.
(Note: Dhelmos is the currency here.)
Three days later...
A normal morning in Caerliona—thin mist blanketing the city.
The cold air seeped through the cracks of my small rented room.
I sat on a worn-out rattan chair near the window, my messy hair making me look miserable.
In my hand, a cup of coconut-flavored coffee—not because I liked it, but because it was the only one with a double discount at the local shop.
Tall gothic brick buildings lined neatly outside, and the rumble of trams echoed through the damp morning air.
I glanced at the glass.
My reflection looked back at me—
"I look like a miserable man."
Outside, most people in Caerliona wore long coats, formal skirts, or thick mantles like they were auditioning for a 19th-century film.
Though I'd already bought some clothes to blend in, I still stood out.
It's been three days since I arrived, and so far, my routine was:
Wake up late.
Buy local bread so hard it could double as a weapon.
Sip instant coffee while pretending to be a lonely mafia boss.
"At least I've managed to use basic fire magic just by reading some books, though it's still hard to control."
"Even so, I still miss my old world."
"Yeah, a simple life like this is probably good enough," I said that day.
Unfortunately, the universe disagreed.
That morning, I opened my wallet.
Empty. Nothing. Hollow.
Like an abandoned historical house left for two centuries.
"Okay…" I took a deep breath.
"Looks like I need a job."
I looked out the window—the mist grew thicker, swallowing the streetlights.
In the distance, a small signboard swung in the wind.
The words on it faintly read:
"Job Vacancy – Café BondGia."
Barista wanted.
I froze for a moment.
"A barista, huh…? Lucky me—I worked part-time as one before getting in another world."
My steps stopped in front of a red-brick café with an old wooden sign, its letters slightly faded:
"Café BondGia."
A hanging lamp above the door swayed gently, as if welcoming me.
I took a deep breath and muttered,
"Let's just hope this place isn't as weird as it looks."
And with the soft sound of the doorbell—
Kring...