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!
"No matter how I look at it, I'm weak. Physically, I'm no match for that Commander. When it comes to Mana, Yarnha outclasses me. Though she's a whole Forest, so I don't know if that counts. Lin had two of those High Elven Pupils, while I only have the one. In Status, Raven outclasses me so much that I could barely move in his presence. Feels like if he had told me not to breathe, my body would have stopped doing so. There's nothing where I can consider myself strong. It's not that I was stronger. You were just weaker."
The white-scaled Monster shrugged.
"Get it? It's a simple distinction really."
No answer came from the Ex-General, who clenched his teeth until they bled.
'Ice Magic... There was no way he could have reacted to my lightning in time! He completely read my timing and erected a barrier of Ice! Son of a bitch!'
Never had he been as humiliated.
Never did he think such humiliation was possible.
He lay there, silently.