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 cannot answer that... rules are rules...?" I couldn't accept that answer.


"Rules are rules! You don't get to say that... you almost killed me calling Fate's true name! Now! Now! you have reservation! Miss me with the bullshit!" I needed to unravel the mystery of my true self.


"Calm down-" That was the last thing I wanted to hear.


"And why would I do that...?" The panther's core began to respond to my anger.


"Because if you don't... in here... I may... unintentionally, return to my body..." He felt no emotion.


I was forced to comply with his request, because as angry as I was, I was not deluded.


"I need... answers. The whole time I've been here it's been nothing but pain... all I'm asking is that you answer my question... how did I become a 'king'? That's the least you can do after all you've done to me... after all you've put me through to make me a... weapon... just tell me... please...?" He hesitated still, sad.


A Request From A God