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!
"That's unfair..." The old man whispered as he stared at the ceiling. "Might be old, but his heart is doing fine. So are his legs... No one said anything about it and..."
Sigh-
There was no use debating it or thinking about it.
No logical argument could work, win, or solve the problem.
It was just as the Undead Lich had said.
The old man cursed, but he understood.
The reason why he couldn't use his Necromancy Skill, the reason why he couldn't heal his eye first and the rest after, the reason why he couldn't turn back into... They were all different reasons, stemming from the same bothersome fact.
The fact that the mind works in mysterious ways.
"This is bullshit..." The old man pushed against the ground.
With great, unexpected, and unnoticed proficiency, he used his arms and hands to push himself back and, eventually, rise to the top of his bed.
'Would be trouble if someone found me on the ground...'