How to Survive Restructuring - Chapter 27

There is a very strange restaurant in the City of Sin.

Elves and dwarves must share a table, orcs are strangely well behaved, dragons are only welcomed on the small square in front of the restaurant, and the demons must bring their own stool.

This strange restaurant with their strange rules continuous to attract a long line of customers.

“This place serves the best food! The chef of this restaurant is a genius!” Some of the guests in the restaurant left glowing reviews. But these guests have a word of warning for other guests, “No matter what you do, never, never attempt to kidnap the boss or try to ‘eat and run’. You will die.”

A cute little girl stood near the door, and demanded in her tiny voice, “You have eaten the food, now pay up, or I will beat you to death.” The five-meter tall dragon suddenly felt a chill running up its spine.

Daniel is just a regular blue collar Maintenance Mechanic working for a manufacturing company. As he's winding down at home from a day of messy work repairing a CNC mill, he is surprised by a sudden glow of light beneath him. And, in an instant, his world changes. Literally.Daniel finds himself now in the world of Zenkon, a world of fantasy beings and monsters, swords and magic, and perilous threats to the safety of the world. As if stepping into a fantasy light novel or video game, he has been apparently summoned by a sacred magic spell that requests a hero from the gods, and in reply, they sent Daniel and a young Japanese man named Rikuto.However, Daniel's luck doesn't seem to be good, as it's quickly discovered that, contrary to the nature of living things in the world of Zenkon, Daniel is the only one that possesses no magic or mana, making him immune to many types of magic, both beneficial and detrimental, but not protecting him from direct harm.As such, Daniel will now have to find his way through this world using his own repair and manufacturing know-how, while Rikuto uses his own modern civics and economics knowledge to try to recover the Kingdom of Mornistae in the midst of a large scale global war.Why were they summoned, and by what wisdom did the gods choose to send 'Divine Heroes'; one with magic and the other without, to a world of which the foundation is magic?

A low-level civil servant. An F-class hunter. Yoon Seora thought that’s how she would live for the rest of her life.Until one day she was thrown into a dungeon alone.“System, you f*cking son of a b*tch!”The moment death was right around the corner, everything was turned upside down by her cry that burst out unconsciously.[Checking information about ‘Yoon Seora’, the awakened who uttered abusive language at the system administrator] [Do you wish to sign a contract with the system administrator?]​So I happily signed a contract with the little system administrator who had appeared out of nowhere…【The overall evaluation value is readjusted.】【The Awakened ‘Yoon Seora’ (S-class)】​Wait a minute, Administrator-nim.You didn’t mention I would jump from F to S-class.【Administrator: (´ ε ` ʃƪ)♡】【Administrator: ♡ (ʃƪ ˘ ³˘)】【Administrator: (ง・▽・)ว】In addition, this administrator who overuses emoticons is too unreliable.Whatever. By being an S-class I was going to quit being a dirty civil servant who always works overtime.“I’ve never seen you in the past. Who are you?”“Hi, I’m a contractor for the world administrator.”​“I have never seen you before. Who are you?”“Hello? I am the world administrator’s contractor.”Somehow, I ended up in the center of an incident where the world is filled left and right with returnees. Can I really quit?Resignation Difficulty SSS+. Stay alive, office worker!

She died in her prime as the Queen of Song.

After being reincarnated, she becomes a simple trainee.

Losing her former glory? It doesn’t matter—no one can compete with her voice as a beautiful singer.

Mocked by her lowly birth? It doesn’t matter—her true identity is enough to make the whole world tremble.

She owes huge debts? It doesn’t matter…

A powerful boss once whispered to her, “Your debt will disappear if you become my woman.”

But the proud her would reply, “I’m sorry. I would sell my art, but not myself.”