Arcaranorum

Ivan was your average delivery driver, going through the motions with a permanent frown. Burnt out from the same dull routine, he never imagined his day would end swerving into a construction site-and even less that he'd wake up in a vast, empty void. There, a mysterious Entity admitted Ivan's death was due to a tiny miscalculation on its part. As compensation, it offered him a choice: a redo of his old life or a fresh start in a random new world. Ivan, without hesitation, chose the unknown.

The good news? He could summon anything from his old world-a cozy armchair, a life-saving bottle of ketchup, even a hot cup of coffee (because why not?). The catch? His stats were reset to zero. If he wanted to survive in a world filled with dragons, orcs, and creatures whose names he couldn't even pronounce, he'd have to start from scratch and earn every step forward, even if it means summoning toasters to tanks.

Sure, Ivan could theoretically summon weapons of mass destruction-but surviving long enough to use them was a different story. His body was slowly adapting to the new world's harsh rules, but the real challenge was forging a new identity in a place where danger lurked around every corner.

(Note: this is a complete redo of my previous work, "Summoning My Way Through a New World: From Toasters to Tanks.")