2 wake up

When he opened his eyes, a little boy who looked to be 11 years old. He noticed what a strange place he was. It was a dense forest that seemed to have no end

"Oh, my head" He whined for a few seconds, "It looks like the troll kept his word, fuck him, why this body?"

The boy who woke up confused in the forest was none other than Ragnar Crimson. The bearer of one of Brunestud's soul fragments

The reason he cursed old Troll was the body he was in. A combat homunculus manufactured by the von Einzbern family. The original owner of the body was a total failure of the body and a major hit in the magical circuits.

"This body has 100 magic circuits of great quality and can't use them without dying, a total failure" He spoke with a tone of displeasure "no surprise it was thrown away"

But, before continuing to complain, he realized something that could change his life for better or worse.

"The Einzbern family exists in this world" He declared angrily and started kicking the ground, "that old Troll said I wouldn't go to the world of fate"

He continued to grumble for a few seconds and decided to leave the place as quickly as possible. It wouldn't be nice for him to hang around the possible Einzbern family property.

"Besides having Brunestud's soul that would probably kill me in a few years in this world if I don't wake her up" He grumbled uncomfortably with his situation "I still fall into the body of a Homunculus with good magical circuits, however, an incapable body to support them"

Even grumbling and complaining about his luck. Ragnar had to admit that his body, despite not being able to withstand the magic circuitry, was better than his previous body.

He was running at high speed, complaining and whimpering, without bumping into anything or even tripping. Something very difficult for a human being to do

"I've decided, as your owner of the body, I'll take the surname of von Einzbern and use what's left of my life to destroy the morale of the family that made you" Ragnar declared confidently and jumped as high as he could easily reach a branch of a tree.

He used this branch as support and started jumping through the branches like ninjas in a certain anime. As he jumped the branches, he noticed a very significant thing

"It would have been faster if I had been running" He declared wisely, realizing that jumping the roosters was more difficult than he imagined it to be "so I don't miss the trip I'll see the landscape from afar to find myself"

He quickly climbed to the tallest tree in the forest and balanced on top of it.

"This is worse than I thought it would be," Ragnar lamented when he saw what was in front of him, "Why the Middle Ages?"

He could not accept seeing men and a few women fighting a sword against a group of knights. The scene would be epic if it weren't tragic

"Let's see, any spells I can use without harming myself?" He closed his eyes and began to seek the knowledge of the homunculus that he had taken over the body, "damn! There's only an annoying spell that will take some of my life"

He cursed for a few seconds, but he had to do something to find out where he was and when he was. Ragnar couldn't afford to explore this world and end up in a version of the nasuverse where the church hunted down all supernatural beings to the last.

"I found it, a year of life for a basic spell, how lucky for me" He joked and activated his magic circuits using the homunculus memories" logic/activate"

He put a small amount of magic in his eyes and ears and did a drone spell, creating an avatar of his eyes and ears on the battlefield.

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Mikael Mikaelson was having a bad day and everything was going wrong. First, the small army that the king entrusted to him to command ended up being almost destroyed in battle.

Most of the men and women who were about to eat him were killed. He will die in a short time and for a second his heart clenched, remembering that this day was the birthday of his eldest daughter Freya

He no longer had the resources to survive, all he could do was done, and his army was getting weaker and slowly continuing to be dominated by the Christians.

"Sir, we have to retreat," A woman named Hilda called him. She was perhaps the fiercest shield maiden he ever met, "if we don't, we'll all die"

Before Mikael could respond. He dodged an arrow that passed the side of his head and heard a faint moan behind him.

Out of pure instinct, he saw Hilda fall to the ground with an arrow in her throat.

"Damn" Mikael cursed

He didn't have time to say much more because he had to dodge a Christian's sword and cut off the man's head.

"All retreat" Mikael swallowed his pride and gave the order to retreat to the army, "I will be demoted for this failure"

"Where do you think Danish is going?" Mikael heard the voice behind him.

He just had time to turn around and see a knight swinging his sword to attack him

Mikael saw the sword approaching his neck, it seemed that the world was in slow motion.

He couldn't dodge the knight's attack, and all he could do was hope the blow catches in full and rips his head off to give him a painless death.

"ARGH" Mikael, before being hit by the sword, screamed in pain when he felt a strong pain in his leg making him unbalance and fall to the ground

as he lost his balance, Mikael unconsciously dodged the knight's attack, and when he came to, ignoring the pain in his leg, he saw the knight with a wooden arrow in his neck.

"What the hell?" he tried to find out what happened. But, he soon looked at his aching leg and the pain that had saved him from dying, "an arrow?"

"Sir" A Viking he didn't know called him and pulled him by the armpits, lifting him up. "Let's have to retreat"

Mikael didn't have much choice, and let himself be carried by the Viking. As the blood loss in his leg started to increase, causing him to lose consciousness

While he wasn't fainting, Mikael saw a boy looking at him from a tree. At a distance, he didn't know. It was as if Mikael's vision had been enhanced like an eagle's

The boy smiled as he saw his eyes met, and Mikael could only see those red eyes watching him with interest.

With his last drop of awareness, Mikael paid full attention to the boy who opened his mouth

"You... are... owing... me... a favor... I... will... demand," Those were the words Mikael could hear from the boy's mouth before Mikael fainted.

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"I found a way to stay alive" Ragnar declared happily "This world is a kind of crossover and I believe an original could support Brunestud's soul, hahahaha"

"Wait world, you will see the legend of Ragnar von Einzbern" Ragnar declared with a wicked smile on his face.

"*Cough*" Ragnar before he could say anything started coughing and as he put his hand in front of his face he saw the blood running down his hand"cough blood, just because of a projection spell, how bad luck"

He mourned sadly as if the heavens hated him

"10 years of life are gone with this spell" He grunted and kicked the tree in anger "By my count, I still had 60 years of life before this body that is stronger than human rot as an effect of Brunestud's soul, now I have 50"