Meanwhile, checkout my new novel:
Novel Raider: The First Fiction Summoner.
"One Cola-Cola, please."
I took my can and slid a two-denar coin across the library canteen's counter. When I first saw the label, I thought it was a cheap knockoff. But it was the real deal. In this world, the company steered clear of the nickname Coke to protect their brand image. Honestly, I couldn't blame them, not after the coke epidemic.
It had been a week since I woke up on this parallel Earth as my alternate self. Overnight, I went from an ordinary IT guy to Archivist Crispin Chase. The transition was abrupt, but I adapted quickly, absorbing the memories and skills of my parallel counterpart.
"Just a cola for lunch, again?" remarked a fragile-looking young blonde with pale skin and dark circles under her eyes, paying for her meaty footlong and a cola.
