He hasn't had the best life, in fact, some would argue that his life couldn't have been worse, but there's still hope, even for a nihilist. As when an expedition to colonize the moon quickly turns into a disaster, he is swallowed whole by an anomaly and spat out somewhere completely different. Here one can conjure flames with words and summon thunderclouds with a shout, but it's not all fantasia and ecstasy. The world seemed peaceful enough, but as he learns more and more. He realizes everything he sees is a facade, and what's truly underneath is a civilization built on blood and war. In fact, the whole world is in a state of war. Then to top it all off, solidifying that he has truly jumped out of the frying pan and into the furnace, Ragnarök is fast approaching, and there's no certainty that he'll survive, that anyone will survive.
We had done part of the course, but that was not the only thing we'd do for the entire day and our time at the installment. There was also our fitness, the reality was, as people with magic, most of them didn't care much for there fitness. As apart of the training, we'd do multiple strenuous exercises daily on top of one of the obstacles. This entailed at least one hundred and twenty pushups, fifty sit ups, fifty pullups and at least ten straight minutes of running. I didn't mind this as I had already decided to get stronger normally. I had fallen out of shape since my venture into space and into another world.