Where am I?

On a table in a normal office room was a notebook.

Out of the darkness, a pale, old hand reached out and played an audio.

*Click*

"Ahem, this is log 5 of the interviews with Inmate 900, Codename: Devil Curls." Said a high-pitched, shrill voice.

The sounds of a door opening and closing, followed by sounds of a chair moving and finally someone sitting in it, echo in the cold room.

After a minute, the sound of the door opening and closing is heard again, but this time, accompanied by the soft sounds of chains.

"You have ten minutes." A harsh, dry voice says.

"It will be long enough that I need." Said the same high-pitched, shrill voice.

"Your time starts now." I say slowly, my voice rough.

There were some shuffling noises, before a third voice sounded.

"Ah... I can speak once more, what a joy..." Said another harsh voice, this time, even deeper than before. And, although the words he uttered were words of relief, the voice sounded utterly dull.

"So, inmate 900, going back to our last session, you still have an unanswered question."

"..." No sounds were heard except for the snapping of the tape, as both parties said absolutely nothing for a while.

"Ah... The one about why I murdered the King of Kalish?"

"Well, because he didn't keep his end of the bargain, what a silly little brother no?" he said with mild derision.

"DID YOU JUST SAY BROTHER? YOU MEAN YOU'RE BROTHER TO THE EX-KING?" said the high-pitched, shrill voice, total shock all over his face.

"Exactly girl, I guess this is going to be my last interview, so I'll throw all the beans before I fuck off," he said softly and in the same bored voice.

"You see, I, Michael Von Kalish, was the son of a concubine, not the queen consort, and my brother Ivan Von Kalish, was the direct son of the queen and a good little brother, I did not fight for the throne against him, I simply supported him from the shadows, and in all our dealings there was only one rule, he cannot touch things that are mine, and that is exactly what he did, what an idiot, right? " said the voice bored and letting out a sigh at the end of how much he spoke today.

"Can I have a glass of water?" he said lightly.

"Huh?, ah... Yes" the high pitched voice said hurriedly still in shock and passing him the glass.

Just as Michael's hand reached for the glass, he immediately smashed it, now with a piece of glass big enough to kill someone and what was going to happen next.

Michael fixed his chilling blue eyes on the girl in front of him.

Lifting the glass, Michael immediately made a move.

"Stop it" shouted the shrill and utterly annoyed voice.

* Kugh *

The sound of a piece of glass entering through human skin and along with the blood was heard.

And in that room there was a beautiful image.

A girl could be seen running towards the door to call a guard, also a man about 29 years old, with dark curly hair that reached his shoulder, a face that could simply be described as beautiful and in his neck you could see a piece of glass embedded in his jugular vein.

"What's going on in there?" cried the same gruff voice from the beginning.

What was heard next was the sound of the door opening so fast that the handle broke off when it hit the wall.

Then...

* bang * * * bang * * bang *

Three shots rang out, before some clanking of chains and wet coughs could be heard.

"Ah, that's how I die, and I couldn't even kill the other bastard who betrayed me.... Well, at least now I'll be able to meet my son.... Hahahahahaha"

"Shut up you crazy bastard!"

* BANG *

After that the room fell deathly silent.

Then, after a few minutes of audio playing, it came to an end.

And a voice was heard

"And that concludes the last of the interviews with Inmate 900, Codename: Devil Curls. He was pronounced dead at 4:20 p.m. on Friday, April 23, 2020" said the new voice.

The audio buzzed for a few more seconds,

*Click*

The audio came to an end.

Once again, out of the darkness, a pale, old hand reached out and turned off the notebook.

A soft, eerie chuckle slowly filled the room, before it turned into a full blown laugh and began to echo throughout the room.

...

In another world you could see a man in his 26th year in a hospital.

50 million euros

On a desk was a bank check worth 30 million euros.

It was my severance pay and life insurance.

50 million, it was ridiculous.

It was better to die of mana poisoning than to receive this amount for all his services.

"The guild master would like to express his regrets for his retirement," said a middle-aged man's voice.

"That's it? Why not add more money then?"

"I'm sorry, but that's not my responsibility."

'I'm only worth 50 million to them'

A veteran hunter who had survived 5 years of fighting monsters from the very beginning and on the front line.

He was one of the greatest hunters today, or at least he was until he had that tragic accident, where he lost one of his arms and the boss of the top floor gave him a curse that slowly deteriorates his body.

A hunter like him, who was A rank almost reaching S rank, only received 30 million euros, it seemed like a joke to him, but he didn't really care, he had enough money for the little time he had left.

2 years after my debut I joined one of the biggest guilds in the world, the Salus Guild where I stayed for the next 3 years, thanks to him I completed a lot of quests, and they only gave him 50 million.

Work harder than anyone else, without the financial support of a big family or a guild, but the world wants a person of value rather than just a hard worker.

Since he was someone worthless, I guess there's not much he can do in this world.

"Then I hope you live the rest of your life to the fullest, Mister Michael," said the middle-aged man who looked like a loyal servant.

Looking at the man's back as he walked away, I leaned my back against the back of the hospital bed where I was.

'Curse'.

An incurable disease.

There's something strange in my heart that you can't see, and the doctors don't know what it is either. But I clearly know what it is:

[Dry Heart Curse: Drains the vitality of the user who received such a curse].

I was quite calm when the doctor told me that my chances of living beyond this year were slim.

5 years as a hunter, on the front line, no friends, no family, no one to support me.

'How sad eh'

That feeling of not knowing if you'll get to see the light of the next day I loved it, too bad I can never enter a dungeon again.

The money they gave me was more like insurance money, because they know I won't last more than a year alive.

Too bad my family doesn't lack money, I don't even want to see them.

Should I have died earlier?

(Breaking news: Death of A 110-ranked hunter Isacc Knigth shocks the world).

The news of the death of an A-ranked hunter that was reported a few days ago still appears on television.

I find Isacc's death strange, they say he was killed by monsters in a rank B dungeon, there shouldn't be monsters that can kill him.

I guess it was true that there were conflicts between Isacc and the Guild Master of Halish.

Staring at the white ceiling of the room, I feel a loneliness so strong it hurts.

I couldn't even shed a tear in this terrible situation.

I wouldn't have felt that way if my body was left for dead on the battlefield by a monster.

It was not for honor, but for the idea that he would rather die before a monster than this miserable death.

I wanted to cry.

I wanted to run into a dungeon, and feel that freedom and that adrenaline rush.

I leaned my head back on the bed and sighed.

I guess I should go through the registration procedure.

Take lots of medicine, press the button on the bracelet if you are sick, and if you die, the sensor will react and the hospital will take care of the rest.

As the world changed due to the emergence of monsters 5 years ago, it was not uncommon to discharge dying patients like me.

There were not enough rooms in the hospital, and no one could prevent a hunter, who was on the verge of death, from quietly ending his life outside the hospital.

I live with a bomb in my heart.

I barely got home and was resting my head on the couch.

*♪ Ring, ring! ♪

When my smart phone rang.

I look at my phone screen and see that a private number is calling me.

"Hello, this is Michael, who am I speaking to?" I replied in a tired voice.

"Hey little brother, don't you miss me?" a playful voice came from the other side.

"No, and please don't call me again" I replied impatiently and my heartbeat increased.

"Little brother I have something to con-"

I cut off the call before he could say what he had to say.

I'm really tired to hear his voice.

Going straight to my room to rest, my whole body starts to ache and I start sweating.

When I finally go to bed, I let out a tired sigh and go straight to the world of dreams.

On that day the world received another sad news.

Hunter, A 130 Michael Von Kalish died of an illness for which no information is available.

When I finally wake up, my body feels like new and in front of me is a screen.

[The game will start shortly]

When a pain assaulted me in my head and I fell asleep.

...

"Ngh, where am I, didn't I just kill myself? Even though that asshole guard shot me 3 times, it hurt like hell" a fresh and young voice was heard.

In front of the young man was a translucent screen with some words on it:

[The Game will begin shortly]

"Huh? Didn't I die and look like I just transmigrated?" the young man's voice said.

"Argh, what the fuck, you could have at least taken my memories away from me, shit god!" the young man shouted angrily.

Staring at the ceiling with a cold and empty shit, a rumble was heard throughout the world.

The fallen Prince Michael Von Kalish, doesn't know what adventures await him in this world.