SIR_NoNChalant

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.

EFFORIA WORLD AT WAR

I wanted to outright smash the things, or to just use my sword to pierce them, but if the situations I had beheld told me anything. It was that the task wouldn't be as easy as I had hoped it to be. If they were further along in the process, simply stabbing them wouldn't do a thing, and beheading them would require removing them from the capsules. I would grant them their mercy though; I couldn't just leave them there to rot for the rest of time. I couldn't even imagine it, if they were still conscious, they were mad, they had to be.


"Look for a computer." He was focused on a different task.


Concealed Sentience