Ragnar stood on the rain-slicked battlements of the Wessex keep, letting the cold drizzle wash over his broad, armored shoulders. He was deeply tired. In his past life back on Earth, he was just a regular, hardworking mechanical engineer. He was a man who loved the predictable safety of blueprints, the hum of factory machinery, and the simple joy of building model trains in his basement on the weekends.
He had lived a quiet, unremarkable life.
His personal goal in this new life was incredibly simple, almost laughably so. Ragnar just wanted a peaceful, quiet life where he could build his steam engines, lay down miles of railroad tracks, and construct his automated factories without getting stabbed by swords or shot by arrows. He wanted to create an industrial utopia where his people never had to starve or freeze during the harsh winters. Unfortunately, the universe had entirely different plans for him.
