The Last Portal Jumper

When I died and became a portal jumper, the system glitched. Did that bother me? Not a bit. After all, I'd dreamed of traveling to a different world all my life! The system malfunction turned out to only benefit me. I didn't just lose nothing; I also gained something really cool.

Alone in a strange world of dungeons, quests, combat academies, guild wars, tournaments, and learning magic . . . It's all so wonderful! Of course, the hordes of orcs approaching the Empire's borders are a bit unsettling. As is the mysterious organization crippling it from within. But what if I'm the one who can stop them? Or . . . what if I'm meant to join them?

To continue training at the guild in the capital, or pack it in and get out before the orcs take the city by siege? For answers to this and other questions, check out the latest issue of "F—k If I Know" magazine! And it sure would be nice if the greenskins were the only threat. In any case, I'm already good enough to face any challenges the system can throw at me with a smile. Time to have some fun! P.S. When do I get to learn how to be an elf?!

I'm getting stronger, and my confidence has always been good. And I'm not the only one who can see it. The system is pushing me more and more into the thick of things, and a question is becoming more and more critical: finding myself in the epicenter of a large-scale conflict, how do I not give the game away that I'm a shapeshifting outsider from Earth?