Dying to a group of weak B-ranked monsters is the shame I have to live with, wow that sounds weird doesn’t it? Well my name is Osiris, yes this was the name that my parents gave me at birth, I think it is an awesome name. Well I died, and now I am this weird creature, life sucks doesn’t it? It’s like a friend of mine used to say. “Life sucks just like a prostitute does.” Discord : https://discord.gg/HBnHnQAU7P (The picture was shamelessly stolen from the internet, the name of the drawer is unknown to me and if you have the rights to this picture tell me so I can change it for another stolen picture.) (For information : I will keep in mind your suggestions on this story but in NO way will I change my mind if you don’t like the way I do things with my story, and I will not be adding anything to do with romance until later in the story if the story develops in a way that allows it.)