Elfandrael: Lucky Soul [LitRPG] [Fantasy] [Progression]

[Write-a-thon Winner October 2022] Truck-kun got me! I was gonna be Isekaied! I knew all the tropes. I had a plan. So, how come I kept earning [Evil Points] and [Chaos Points] when I was [Lawful Good]? Come and listen to my story (there may even be some Bubbling Crude). It's gonna be told from my perspective, without much of a filter. To quote one of my fellow Earthlings, “I'm not stuck in here with you. You're stuck in here with me!” Author's notes: Ignore Eric, he's a just a little excited that his story is being published. He's normally a little more level-headed than that. This will be a Slice of Life, LitRPG, Progession Fantasy. There will be mild Profanity, Gore, Violence, and Traumatizing Content. I'm not kidding. There will an intimate explorations of math and math related concepts. High school algebra will haunt some people forever. It won't be too explicit. You won't have to do calculations, but if you can't celebrate when the min/maxing comes around, I'm sure you'll feel judged. Lastly, this is not a comedy. This is story that will have snark. Being snarky is not about being funny. It's about seeming funny. You can say something snarky, and it will work if your delivery is right, even if it's not funny. Being snarky is about being cool. Snark is using poise and wit to hide your insecurities by verbally dominating others. And well, I can't even keep my poise through these four paragraphs introducing my book. Most of this story is going to be about living a mundane, wizarding life. Don't expect the intensity in this introduction be in every chapter of this Slice of Life novel. I mean, it's LitRPG. You gotta have XP popup notices, and that's basically foreshadowing with math. Very mundane. You can't be cool all the time. If I was going to be Isekaied, I'd want that world to be simple enough to have fun, deep enough to be engaging, and complicated enough to suck you in. I hope you get sucked in. All I'm trying to say is that I want you get killed by being run over by a truck, because I believe you probably deserve it.