Reborn As An Evolving Monster
Out of countless Souls, ten were chosen to be reborn as Monsters into the Higher World. A World much different than ours, filled with Demons, Devils, and Mythical Creatures. Ten Chosen Souls, Ten Chosen Candidates. For what they are Candidates, remains a mystery. "Weaklings shouldn't worry about such things." Indeed, only the strong can survive, which is why, for ten Candidates, ten Dungeons were built. Raise your strength, get used to how things operate in a World of Monsters, and perhaps you, then, will be worthy of the answers you seek. One of those Candidates had been given, in his previous life, the name Mark. But such a name doesn't mean much. After all, he is, in this Higher World, better known by his Titles. The Devourer & The Evolving Monster. -------------------------------- More info in the pinned review below!
Ancient Commanders??
Mark had grown used to being wounded, cut, and lacerated.
But the pain of having his bones broken was different.
A snapping pain that he hadn't grown used to yet.
Still, he didn't scream. He didn't shout, growl, or roar.
Perhaps because the pain had come from using a Skill that was his own.
Perhaps because he had used that Skill despite knowing what it would cause.
It wouldn't be fair to shout when it was his fault, right? He did so willingly, and knowingly.
Or perhaps, it was because he had broken his fair share of bones.
Having some of his broken was only fair, right?
Mark's left hand quickly moved towards the skeletal arm between his jaws.
He hadn't used his "Sublime Body Restoration[A]" Magic Skill to restore his broken bones.
Because he wouldn't need such bones anymore.
The skeletal arm was spun around, and swallowed.
The Undead Lich watched, as its index finger drew multiple Signs in the air.