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.
One moment we were cooking for the general and her second and the next we were cooking for the whole year group. Or rather she was cooking for the entire year group, she did most of the work. All I did was season the food and break down the meat. She didn't allow me near anything else. She was afraid I'd ruin everything. It wasn't long though as we worked good together, or rather she was just use to it. The other three just delivered the finished product, we, didn't allow them any further than the doorway. It all went smoothly and at the end of it all we were allowed to leave, everyone else had to clean.