A world where the strongest reigns.

  15 gods of each bond led a great battle.

  The battle lasted a thousand years, soldiers and civilians died, until only one was the victor.

  A single person swept through each of the armies, a genius.

  Thus 600 years passed.

  Year 1860 (present day)

  A group of young people walked through battlefields of “bonds.”

  A disastrous simulation fight, where each strike unleashed devastating damage.

  3 young men of rank 9 from the Hero bond

  versus 1 young man of rank 8 from the Corpse Collector bond.

  A fair fight, only unfair due to the difference in numbers.

  On the other side of the city, a man woke up. With pain in his head he stood up, only to collapse again.

  As he rose, he noticed a glass and a small note with something written on it:

  “Do not make noise.”

  “What?” the man wondered.

  Looking around, lost, he asked himself where he was. Finding a door, he headed towards it, when he heard someone coming up the stairs. He heard the voice of a man shouting: “Why the fuck did you wake me up, idiot?”

  Surprised, he expressed his discontent to the man who had just entered his room: “Who are you and what are you doing in my house?”

  “Your house? Are you an idiot?” the unpleasant man said. “Did those pills mess you up?”

  “Pills? Was I drugged?”

  The man, seeing no answer, threw a punch at him: “You’re even dumber than I thought, Blaise.”

  “Blaise? That’s not my name,” he thought, as he tried to dodge the blow with his arm. “What?” he muttered, noticing how weak his body was, barely able to react.

  “I don’t understand what’s happening,” he thought as he took a beating from the unknown man.

  “Blaise? That’s not my name. My name…” A sharp pain in his head arrived as he remembered. Axia.

  A man who was once considered the strongest in the world was reduced to a weakling.

  “No… I was always weak. Could it be that my body has transformed into my greatest fear? No, impossible. At worst, I should be at home. This filthy place cannot be my home.”

  Recovering, he looked out the window and saw a bleak city where poverty abounded. In the distance, he spotted a huge coliseum, full of technology.

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  “Am I in Latin America?” he joked.

  “No, impossible. It can’t be this bad.”

  Closing the window, he decided to check his vital state.

  He sat on the floor, closed his eyes, and inspected his body proportions, realizing how different they were from his own.

  “I have to exercise. This body is weak, I need to adapt.”

  Improvising a rope, he went out the window onto the street, seeing carriages and people on horseback.

  “Where am I? This looks like a cowboy movie,” he thought.

  Walking, he noticed how people looked at him. A thin man with dark blue hair and pale skin was what he saw reflected in the water.

  “Definitely not me,” Axia said to himself.

  Axia spotted an old man who seemed wise in the distance. After gaining his trust, he asked him: “Where are we? What year is it? What is that great coliseum far away?”

  The old man, overwhelmed with questions, replied: “This is the year 1860, we are in the city of Rena in the Kingdom of Lig. The great coliseum you mention is the Academy of Bonders. They are kids who manage to awaken an affinity with one of the bonds of the 15 gods. After the Great War of the 15, they became benevolent gods, creators of each bond. That’s all I know, boy.”

  Axia reflected for a moment. “This cannot be happening… am I in another world? This only happens in comics and novels. Why was I chosen?”

  Then a headache struck. He remembered.

  “I died. I was killed in a street fight. What is this? A second chance? Why don’t they send me back to my world to finish off those bastards?” he muttered.

  “Well, bonds… I’ll need one if I want to become stronger.”

  Axia didn’t know what a bond was.

  “Damn… where do I get one?” he growled. “Fine, I’ll have to find out.”

  He went to the academy, noticing the difference in technology. “Damn, this is like my past life.” He decided to make a small sacrifice and stole from a woman using one of his camouflage techniques.

  “So much power, and I ended up lowering myself to a dirty thief.”

  With the money, he bought food to regain his strength.

  “Well, I’ll be back in a week, stronger.”

  Determined, he returned home.

  “Huh? I’m lost…”

  “Well, maybe it’ll take a little longer.”