Fear, survival, instinct. Thrown into a foreign land with nothing but hazy memories and the knowledge of their name, they can feel only these three emotions resonating deep within their souls. A group of strangers is given no other choice than to accept the only paying job in this game-like world-the role of a soldier in the Reserve Army-and eliminate anything that threatens the peace in their new world, Grimgar. When all of the stronger candidates join together, those left behind must create a party together to survive: Manato, a charismatic leader and priest; Haruhiro, a nervous thief; Yume, a cheerful hunter; Shihoru, a shy mage; Moguzo, a kind warrior; and Ranta, a rowdy dark knight. Despite its resemblance to one, this is no game-there are no redos or respawns; it is kill or be killed. It is now up to this ragtag group of unlikely fighters to survive together in a world where life and death are separated only by a fine line.

The soul of a deceased drifted through the void. Retaining nothing but their intelligence, they slept without aim. ...Until something certain triggered their wake. . . . <Consciousness Confirmed.> --------------------------------------------- WARNING : CRINGE AHEAD, DON'T BE EXPECTING MUCH OTHER THAN GOOD GRAMMAR Cover is mine :) Now that this story has a big read count, plagiarism is more likely to happen than not. Wattpad is the only place I write this story, so please don't fall for anything else! ------------------------------------------- Not really a surprise, but I'm not going to continue this story