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Henry Savoy was a mixer—not bartender!—and the owner of a little local dive called the Walking Stick. After a particularly great night, just as he was about to close up, a sudden storm hit his bar.

But—he didn’t die. Or... did he?

No, I'm just fucking with you. 

Much to his surprise, he was transported into the world of Tearh—one right out of a fantasy novel. When he awoke, monks immediately declared him the Chosen One. Worse yet, he’s not exactly the hero type, and worse still, this world has no idea what an alcoholic beverage even is.

All Henry wants is to get back home to the Walking Stick. So that’s what he’ll do—if the calamitous daemon lords, knights, saints, aristocrats, and a few meddling gods don’t get in his way.

If there’s no way home, Henry will make one, because the Walking Stick will always need her mixer.

"Or you know, I might stay here because fuck you. That's why."

Table of Happy Hours In the Afterlife

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Volume 1 :Downpour