Running a restaurant was hard, but it filled Clive’s life with meaning… running through a portal was easy, but it filled Clive’s life with demons. Weak in a world full of strength. All he and his friends have is their grit and determination to survive, as they navigate this brutal, war-torn land of magic in search of a way home. There’s a problem, though. Clive’s been cursed. A little stabby, stabby from a demonic knife, catapults them into a race against time to find a cure. Fighting their way across Falritas, they need friends and levels like there’s no tomorrow. Because there might not be… Note: This is a LitRPG GameLit Portal Fantasy. Set in a chaotic land, ruled by ruthless Gods, complete with game mechanics, progression system and empire-building. A place where demons, werewolves, dwarfs, and elves roam. Warning: Despite their best efforts, these individuals are driven by anger, fear, and lust, and as a result their journey is full of dark humor, violence, and profanity.

It took everything to defeat the feared Natom Hilgresh… turns out, that was the easy part. Now the clock is ticking for Clive to return to Far Reach and prepare for the second coming. Of course, it isn’t exactly a Sunday stroll. Navigating unforgiving terrain across the war-torn country of Kalabri, the vast armies of Destruction and Justice swarm the land, killing everyone in their path. But there is strength in numbers and by offering a safe haven to those displaced by the carnage, there’s a real chance of binding them together into a force dangerous enough to slaughter its way home. For if there is one thing you can say about war, if it doesn’t kill you, it will give you plenty of XP...

Funny thing about Survival. No matter how good things are looking, you’ve gotta keep doing it. Safe and sound back in Far Reach. Clive and his eclectic army finally get to take a breather. Maybe even cook a meal or two once the restaurant is built. But their enemies are more determined than ever and if Far Reach doesn’t make its presence felt they’re going to get swept away in the coming tide. Armies gather all around them and the full council of gods are now taking notice. Does Clive and his budding mountain town have what it takes to survive?

You can’t just go around draining the Ethereal Cores of the gods. Firstly, it kills them and they're supposed to be immortal, and secondly... Well... that’s Just not how things are done! Unfortunately, no one told Clive that and now two gods are dead at his hand. Now he's imprisoned awaiting judgment, and no amount of brute strength or pure obstinance will be enough to wriggle out of this delicate dilemma. It’s going to require Intelligence, Charisma, and tact in bundles. Or he could take a deal that nobody thinks he can live up to. Especially not Clive… Yet, with the fate of Falritas hanging in the balance, and the fated return of Hakan, the original god of Creation, Clive has no choice but to take the deal.

I never wanted any of this. Sure, I’ll take the universe-shattering powers—who wouldn’t? But there’s always a bloody price. You don’t inherit the ability to bend creation to your will and get to ride off into the sunset. Oh no, every power-hungry dickhead in the universe wants a piece of the action, especially the former God of Creation. Not that I asked for the title—or any of the mess that comes with it. But, if I want to achieve my dream of being left the hell alone, it’s going to cost me. And that price? Pain… so much pain.