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!
Broken Or Dislocated?
"That's it?" The white-scaled Monster asked, its head slightly tilted to the right. "You interrupted me for this?"
'What the... What the... What the fuck?!'
"I'm talking to you." Mark crouched. "Answer when I talk." He said as his hand repeatedly slapped his enemy's head. "After all that talk too... You're pretty pathetic, you know?"
'How did it get to this? How am I the one on the ground? Why did-'
"I said answer when I talk. Ex-General my ass. "
The white-scaled Monster grabbed the hand that lay at its feet.
Crack-
"What... What do you want?"
"You're pretty weak..." The white-scaled Monster's hand moved. "Lying on your stomach like this. Can you really not move?" The hand grabbed a ring finger.
Crack-
"You look Human, old man. Are you?" Mark asked, as the 'old man' clenched his teeth, doing his best not to scream.
Two fingers had been broken. But the pain was somehow bearable.