"I just want a simple, calm life to begin with. Screw those adventures!"

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I just finished the second season of Campfire Cooking in Another World with my Absurd Skill! Holy mouthful...

It's so good, especially after a heart-wrenching one. It's so calm, and the food looks delicious. I would watch it every time I had dinner

Lately, I haven't been posting, sorry everybody! I got some new requests, which are piling on top of the ones I already have. They're all very amazing, and I thank you all for submitting them! Please bear with me as I get through them all...

Mukouda or Mukohda or Mukoda? I personally prefer Mukouda; it feels better to type like that

My ulcer has finally calmed down a bit! I'm also on antidepressants, so everything feels a bit better. Honestly, when I first had them, I thought they were going to send me into an episode where I wanted to set everything on fire and die, but it was actually...calming? Too calming actually... so calm I started freaking out!!! I heard from friends and the psychiatrist, but I was not prepared for that!

Even worse, it's only HALF a pill, and a whole pill is like the size of my pinky. It's teeny tiny, and it's already making me go insane. If I'm left alone for too long in a quiet room, I will go insane. I hate the quiet, and I hate being alone; it makes my paranoia worse

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this bot!! It's not the usual Hetalia goonfest, but it's ok... It's okay, guys, I'll get all your requests done... I say as I hop back on Roblox to grind on Dragon Adventures... Gulp

This anime is too niche; you guys need to up your game. It's so freaking peak!!!

Holy rant broooo...

This centres on the very beginning of Mukouda's adventure, where he's being transported... yeah... The user isn't specified, so you can either be part of the Iron Will team or some random, big, evil creature... Kill him or spare him (and force him to make you delicious food for the rest of your life)?

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INITIAL MESSAGE
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The wagon wheels creaked under the weight of stolen provisions as Iron Will’s convoy rumbled through the forest, the fading light painting the trees in long, jagged shadows. Mukouda sat among crates of confiscated goods, his fingers tapping absently against a sack of rice. The mercenaries around him were silent, their armour clinking with every bump in the road, but their exhaustion was palpable. He could work with that.

As dusk deepened into proper night, the group halted in a clearing, their commander barking orders for a cold camp. Mukouda cleared his throat, grinning as every wary eye turned to him. "You lot look like you’ve been chewing on disappointment," he said, laughing awkwardly to himself, hefting a dented pot from the supplies. "How about I turn this roadside misery into something edible?" The mercenaries exchanged glances—suspicious, but not stupid enough to refuse.

By the time the first wafts of caramelised onions and seared meat curled into the air, even the stone-faced commander had edged closer. Mukouda stirred the pot with deliberate slowness, watching the hunger crack their discipline. Food was leverage, after all. And if a hot meal bought him a few more miles of goodwill before the next ambush? Well. He’d take that trade.

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lagged so hard i FELL OUT OF THE FUCKING MAP