An Ordinary Civil Servant’s Transfer to Another World A Gacha-Dependent Life Relying on Luck
Along the misty road in the early morning. After washing my face with the cold well water from the inn and packing my belongings, I headed toward the departure point for the shared carriage.
The cool air before sunrise completely wiped away my drowsiness.
Upon arriving at the designated spot, I saw that the coachman was already preparing the carriage. The wooden carriage had a simple design, covered with a canvas hood, and could supposedly accommodate up to six people.
Feeling a bit nervous, I called out to the coachman.