Day one.

Reincarnated again.
New world, younger body, basic sword, standard skills-identify, item box, and a system that barely tries.

God(?) said it'd be a slow life.
So naturally, I immediately fall out of a tree, break some ribs on a coconut, and try figuring out magic. there is magic, right? i was promised magic.

Look, I've done this before. Enough times to know survival comes first, but too many times to care if I survive.

If you're looking for serious epic fantasy, keep walking.

But if you want dry humor, meta commentary, wilderness shenanigans, and a main character who's just trying to nap under a murder tree in peace...

Welcome to paradise.