The Glutton

Oh, these transmigrators! Wherever they end up, they disrupt all the order of things, turn everything upside down, and rearrange it for themselves. Otherwise, they don’t get a life. What a fine, normal world Osha used to be: mages cast spells, elves shot with bows, court intrigue simmered, dwarves—naturally—drank, robbers ran amok, and evil and undead just lived their own nightmarish lives quietly. Beauty! But then our fellow countryman—one of those transmigrators—appeared… and everything went off the rails! At first it was very hard for him there, so he even had to forget his name and learn to answer to the insulting nickname “The Gulp.” But later… And he had wanted only the best. You know how it turned out. Only it got even more interesting. Because it’s very good to have not only a head on your shoulders, but also muscles—whatever anyone says, raw physical strength is a weighty argument in any dispute…