Description

I died doing what I loved—complaining about work. Next thing I knew, I woke up reincarnated as a toolbox. Not a warrior, not a wizard… a literal, dented, grease-stainedtoolbox.

Now I sit in the corner of a chaotic magical auto shop, silently judging the orc mechanic who thinks carburetors run on pixie dust, dodging the fireballs of her overly enthusiastic intern, and enduring the financial lectures of a cursed talking goat. My only power? The ability to open my own drawer... eventually.

Every day brings a new catastrophe: dragon-powered food trucks, haunted mufflers, interdimensional emissions testing, and that one centaur who insists his golem truck "just needs more vibes."

But I’m more than just a box of bolts. I’ve got dreams. Ambitions. Snark. And possibly a slowly awakening magical core?

They don’t know I’m alive… yet. But when the grease hits the fan, they’re going to need me.

A fantasy slice-of-life comedy with magical repairs, workplace chaos, and one very tired toolbox. New chapters released twice daily—at 12:00 and 18:00 (EST), goat strikes permitting.