He wanted to be a nobody. His only dream was to be comfortable.

A quiet life, a warm bed, and maybe food that didn’t taste like sawdust, that was the dream. But fate had other plans. A terminal illness should have been the end. Instead, he woke up in a world where medieval plumbing was a myth, toothbrushes were sorcery, and nobility were just well dressed parasites.

Before the world knew his name, it learned to fear his blueprints.

System Log: Subject HAL MILLER. Status: previously deceased, now inconveniently alive.

Assets: complete memory retention, stubborn logic, excessive sarcasm.

Origin: terminal illness (zero truck-kuns).

Local tech baseline: medieval, inefficient, filthy conditions.

Missing items: plumbing, toothbrushes, and anything resembling common sense.

Companion AI: MNEX — classified as more sarcastic than supportive.

Primary directive: apply runecoding, rebuild infrastructure, outwit nobility, avoid being publicly executed.

Risk factors: political intrigue, economic instability, halitosis.

Outcome forecast: disruptive progress, high collateral potential.

If you enjoy slow-burn kingdom-building with sharp humor, science and magic problem solving, and an MC who refuses to die quietly... welcome to Reroll.

Release Schedule:
New chapters drop every day.
Unless Mnex hacks the system, Hal says something dumb, or the author forgets what day it is.
(Just kidding. Probably.)


Also available on Royal Road

[ SYSTEM NOTICE – NEW USER DETECTED ]


Welcome to "Reroll: I Brought Sarcasm to a Sword Fight".


Soaps, chickens, and thermometers actually matter,


And a sarcastic AI (that's me!) never shuts up.


I still remember the moment he conjured his first flame.


The kings he challenged, and yes... the princesses too.


But if you ask me where it all truly began?


[ Rewind Protocol Active: Returning to Volume 1 – Day 0 ]


Prologue