Suma, a mage from another world, accidentally summons one of the most powerful familiars her world has ever seen... a normal British teenager. Born with a natural affinity for Chaos Magic that manifested itself once entering her world, Jake becomes a caring friend to the young mage, and a formidable enemy to anyone who may dare hurt her. But Suma's world is plagued by war, and Suma has been drafted.

Brimming with life, thriving on death, molds are essential parts of the balance in nature. Collecting that which has found its end, to create room for new life. Their task is to give life and nutrition to other, while also disposing of those who have perished so that new life may grow. In the cycle of life and death, nothing is eternal, not even the scythe of the reaper. Follow the journey of the being which has caught a glimpse at infinity. The being which will be the one to give life and the being which will be there to take it at the end. For as long as there is life that ends, all must meat him to rot and be reborn. "Yo author, what's with this shady introduction?! People will think that I am a bad guy!" * * * For more chapters, check my Patreon: www.patreon.com/user?u=51077809&fan_landing=true Discord: discord.gg/krr2hTX9PD

She used to be a bright child. She was just not fortunate enough to have a normal life. Ill and bed-ridden, she slowly lost affect and cut herself off from outer reality, as her only joy was to construct a complex fantasy world. And eventually, she met her demise. Nevertheless, her story did not end here. Who is to say that Death is our last path? For her, it was just the beginning. She had been given a second chance. Reborn as a Goddess in the very own world that she created, it was now only up to her to write her own story.

"I'd kill him if it were the last thing I ever did. No matter who's in my way. The Hero or the Queen, I'd get rid of them, no matter how many times it takes." Up until now I had always thought I was normal, a little on the weirder side but at least normal enough. Then I died and well... I didn't. Dragged off by the Hero and her party to slay the Demon Lord I met my end to the Monster along the border forest only to wake up before it all began. I'm clearly not the Hero Lara with her dazzling smile. I'm not the captain of the Knights Ronalt. I'm not a Master Wizard or a Swordsman, that would be Ardent and Earnest. Nor am I the surprisingly violent priestess Marley. And though she was dragged along as well, I'm not the beautiful thief Taylor. No, my jobs outnumber theirs tenfold for I am... their cook, their driver, the baggage carrier, blacksmith, tailor, potions maker, bird tender and so on and so forth. In other words I was the extra taken from my small town home. No matter what though, no matter how many tries it takes, I will make it back home or die trying, literally.