I'm Just A Wolf, Right?
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My name's Kisaragi Touma, just your average 30-something salaryman, YES!! the epitome of middle-aged normalcy.
Life was routine but satisfying, yet regrets weighed heavy on my mind.
Then, one fateful night, my ordinary life took a sharp turn, or rather, ended.
But fate had other plans, granting me the chance to reincarnate in a brand new world-an 'isekai', as they call it.
Whether it's karma or destiny's hand, one thing's clear: in this new world, I'll live without regret... as a wolf.
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