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!
"I'm just as bad as them..." Mark whispered after a couple of silent minutes. "I'll be killing you now, kay?" He said as he slowly stood up.
The Ex-General of the Tyrs had long accepted his fate.
The amount of blood leaving his body had diminished. There wasn't much blood left after all.
Barely conscious, he simply lay there.
A peculiar emotion filled his mind.
'I'm glad...'
The white-scaled Monster took a step closer.
'That strength, that Aura, the Magic Types used... The emptiness in those eyes, the madness, the darkness...'
And another step closer.
'It let my whip and lightning hit. How perverse...The curiosity to know what it feels like... The curiosity and desire to experience the pain they inflict... Childish curiosity. Bottomless...'
The white-scaled Monster placed its foot on the Ex-General's head.