Somebody once told a joke.
A man ran in place all his life. He worked a job he didn’t love for people he couldn’t stand. But at the end of the day, the number in his bank account went up.
That man got a second chance at life. He woke up in another world, one full of adventures and romances and monsters and gods. And floating above his head, he saw the number "1".
So what did he say?
"Gosh, I better make the number go up."
Not today. Not for this old soul. Reborn as a beast of battle meant to live a short life and die screaming, Garek refuses. He puts the madness of skills and levels behind him and sets out to found a little farmstead. He grows crops. Maybe someday he’ll get a pig and have bacon.
It’s a shame the world won’t let him be. It’s a shame that the warmongers and level-grinders hate nothing more than a soul at peace.
He put down his sword for a plowshare, but when trouble comes calling, he’ll pick it up again.