Kaelan Wynn’s life was a cosmic joke, and he was the punchline. Cursed to be the universe's personal punching bag, he navigated a world of falling objects and perpetual misfortune with a practiced smile. That was, until a plane decided to introduce itself to his apartment building.
Dying? An unexpected inconvenience.
Waking up in an endless white void before a low-tier god who tells you your entire life was a clerical error? That’s just insulting.
Offered a second chance, Kaelan is reborn as Zero Ashworth in Aetherion—a magitech world of sparkling runes, political strife, and deep-seated prejudice. The catch? He's now an Archdemon, a member of a feared and hated race. His grand ambition isn't to conquer the world or claim a throne. It's to run a quiet café.
His divine gift isn't a legendary sword; it's a Gacha system that lets him summon clones of fictional characters from his old world. The plan is simple: stay hidden, serve coffee, and let his army of avatars handle the messy parts of life.
This is really fun and if you keep going (from your other stories you seem to not abandon them) it has amazing potential like your monkey king one. all the best luck and hope you enjoy writing this fic. you are one of the few authors who has 2 consecutive stories that i can rate 5/5.