EliteMushroom

At the end of his life, Hakari Kenji sat alone, senile, without purpose or fever. His time had withered away, the Era of the Jackpot coming to a close. 

But a true gambler never leaves the table when there's chips on the table. A binding vow was made, subconsciously within the sorcerer's mind, the kind that jujutsu bends itself too.

Now, he is awake in his prime, in a world that has no sorcery, but peaches? Anti-Demon Corps? Mato? 

Who cares? As long as they got a fever, Hakari Kenji wants to see it.

First fic, hope you like it.

Table of Hakari in Chained Soldier

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Volume 1