A Blue Box. Magic, Skills, even hints at the typical fantasy setting. Our protagonist, John Miller, is thrust into a role as a interdimensional mercenary. Is it against his will? Yep. But he doesn't have anything going on right now, so why not? No cat to return to, no classes to worry about missing. The perfect choice of loner, if not a little misanthropic. Alright, more than a little.

The only thing he really needs to do his new 'job' is something to kill time. Shoot for the stars, they say. So, he asked for the internet. At the very least he could negotiate for all the music on it; who can kill thousands or millions of monsters with nothing but sweaty grunts to kill that boredom. Anyone who could do that for hours and hours and days without losing their mind is the definition of insanity.

Formerly known as 'Just Your Typical Self-Insert Story'

This is my first story and isn't meant to be serious; I am writing this for myself because I've read hundreds of LitRPG/Progression stories and I want to try my hand at the genre. My apologies for it's lacking qualities.