"War... War never changes. But men do, through the roads they walk" - Fallout New Vegas
Warfare has evolved since we humans know war. Wars wagged for Power, Greed, and Ideologies. Today a war is impossible because of the new arsenal that the we humans invented... Nukes, Extinction Weapons capable dealing a large area of damage, leaves a permanent scar on the face of the earth nothing survives its explosions that reach for the heavens.
James Ramos, a 19 year old SHS Student. His parents died in an accident because some retard decides its best to drive while drunk. His been living with his Aunts place for the time being. He's a gamer, a person who loves history mostly in warfare, and a bit of an memer ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. He's on his way home walking down street, standing on a pedestrian crossing, looking both ways then walks. Then suddenly... you guessed it. THEN THE WINGED HUS-, wait wrong-*beep* Trunk-kun decides to pay a visit on our boi. James died on the spot, but then he meets a person who claims to be an Observer in his universe, he also said that he will reincarnate him in a world that is full of Magic and Fantasy stuff. A world where magic exist and fantasy creatures thrives in places.
James knows his old life is gone because Truck-kun decides to visit us. He accepts the deal then gets whisked away. Join our boi on his grand adventure into the unknown, where Fantasy on this world turns to fiction to reality.
- This is my first time publishing a story so expect some cringy typos cause english is not my first language
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