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Sam wasn’t a hero. He was barely even a functional adult.

Just a normal guy dropped into a fantasy world without his consent, Sam had one rule: Don’t be a hero. Unfortunately, when you’ve been “chosen by prophecy” and destiny clings to you like a bad smell, that’s easier said than done.

Summoned to a world that is under siege by a mysterious force known only as the Void, Sam is immediately informed by a cryptic woman that he’s the savior foretold in legend. He wants no part of it. All he wants is to get back home. But fate isn’t taking no for an answer.

Every time Sam tries to walk away, he ends up deeper in trouble — with crazed cultists, pirate queens, sea beasts, corrupted dukes, bureaucratic tribal councils, and at least three gods who shouldn’t be allowed to manage anything more complex than a spoon.

Sure, he was granted powerful magic during the summoning. Unfortunately, it never seems to work when or how he actually needs it.

Armed with accidental magic, weaponized sarcasm, and a complete lack of long-term planning, Sam stumbles through one disaster after another — slowly collecting an increasingly chaotic crew that includes:
– A thief who sees every dilemma as an opportunity to get extra coin,
– A cultist who just wants to open a bakery,
– And a brooding adventurer still emotionally wrecked from his last breakup.
(Oh, and a living plant. Don’t ask.)

Sam’s only goal is to get home. But surviving in a world unraveling at the seams means more than just running away. It means bluffing your way through magical trials, navigating tangled politics, and occasionally wrestling a skeleton.

If he’s lucky, he might just stop the Void from devouring reality. If not? Well, he’ll at least make fun of it until the very end.

Accidental Heroics: A Guide to Surviving Fantasy Land

Herbert's Side Story 1

I was born in a greenhouse and trained in warfare by sentient tomatoes.

I grew up in a grove of plants that could move, think, and occasionally argue about chlorophyll ratios like philosophers with too much sun. My name is Herbert. I was a sentient plant from Verdantis Prime.

I say it was because my home world no longer exists.

Verdantis used to be a beautiful green place. How could I see green? I'm a sentient plant, and that's what you're wondering? Get a hobby.

Anyway, back to Verdantis. There was Singing moss. Gossiping trees. The soil tasted amazing. My people were thriving. Peaceful. Rational. Except for me.

Leaf Me Alone