An Ordinary Civil Servant’s Transfer to Another World A Gacha-Dependent Life Relying on Luck
“First things first, I’m starving…”
By the time I left the slave trader’s shop, it was already past noon, and I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until my stomach felt like it was about to collapse.
As I walked through town, I approached a nearby stall. The smell of meat being grilled over charcoal was enough to make my mouth water.
“Those are skewers of meat, right? Give me two of them.”
“Sure thing, that’ll be four copper coins.”