Isekai Deconstruction Series

My Life in Another World Sucks is an Isekai deconstruction. It takes what is perhaps one of the most popularized genres from the orient and goes away with the most common of its tropes; no LITRPG statistics, no Cheat Skills, no hidden Game Mechanics for the protagonist, whose name 'Hum', is on one hand the abbreviation of Human and on the other also one that changes throughout the story. Hum remembers a past life in another, better world, but all he has on him are the clothes typical of the country he is in, and a back-breaking job in a clay mine. As a raiding party composed of both humans and beast folks raids the village and takes him as a slave, his main prerogative isn't to achieve the Harem of his dreams, or incredible cosmic powers. It's to endure the hardships ahead of him, and find a place where he can truly belong.

MY PHANTASMAGORICAL INSANELY NEW LIFE AS SOMEONE IN ANOTHER WORLD IS AMAZINGLY FILLED WITH WONDERS AND FANTASIOUS CREATURES AND MAGICAL MIRACLES...IT HURTS. Hum, Frihum, and more recently Librhom seeks nothing but a new start in a new continent. From the incredibly humble beginnings of a clay miner, the battles for his life as a slave in the desert of the shifting sands, and then as a freeman mercenary, he now embarks on a journey of discovery...of how much the world around him can hurt. Pleasant days, great food, and magical creatures mix with the reality of a realm so blind to the folly of its talented Warrior Maiden that it cannot see the harm it causes, until it is too late. Yet kindness always survives in the end. Setting the stage for what will inevitably be Book Three, enjoy yet another tale of Isekai-deconstruction. When you're not the one with the cheat-hud and skills, when you're not even within the sights of the great, powerful protagonists...sometimes, you can still make all the difference in the world.

Librhom's life as an ordinary guard was cut short too soon, and forced to travel alongside Lillhei of the Canids, he once more crosses the border into Hiepigodia and into the waiting hands of destiny itself-or so you'd expect, if this was the usual Isekai-standard fare. Leading a mercenary company through thick and thin, battles and ambushes, and handling aspects of bureaucracy he is not prepared for, the new name of Libvir shall become known as the Captain of the Fifth, though what is honor to one side may just as well be tragedy to the other.  Old faces appear, and new faces show up. Yet, no one can predict the future. And more questions open up on the nature of the world itself, though when they'll be answered, no one can truly guess.

Having lost everything, having been saved by a friend thought lost to the memories of his past, having no choice but to embark into a foreign land to fight into a crusade that yet is not as it seems, the one known as Hum has but one purpose in this strange new world. To survive, and find peace with his ghosts, with the reality he is surrounded by, and perhaps who knows, even get his revenge while on the way through the Republic of Valvia, who is not a Republic, and whose crusade against heretics might in truth hide a darker secret. What is honor? What is right, or wrong? Does it even matter when you're but a simple man holding a sword and a shield amidst many others? With powerful Xiuzhe achieving abilities beyond the ken of humans, and Gods snuffing those powers out within sight of their priests, everything is interwoven into yet another series of clashes. Not just for supremacy or conquest, but for the very right to exist.

Hum, now aliased under the guise of Captain Freimann of the Crimson Snakes, has once more risen as leader of mercenaries in the world of Calemil, where the weather is locked to one's nation, the Gods demand true devotion for their miracles and mages can make the difference between holding out in a siege or being forced out in a matter of minutes. His greatest challenge has yet to come; for the battlefields he faces may require wits, or just patience, but the unending doubts and questions within his mind need to be put to a final rest...like the ghosts of a legendary treasure, and the honeyed words of someone who is clearly not what it seems.