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Have you read novels of reincarnated people? Invoked to save the world, fight the demon king or even to build a harem? This is not one of those stories. My name is Astherios, the king of the minotaurs and this is a story unlike anything to begin with .... I am not the hero. Author's Note: Due to some comments and ratings, I would like to emphasize that although it is not the focus of the novel, there will be sex scenes in some chapters that will now be notified with NSFW both in the chapter title and before the beginning of the scene. The focus of this novel is not rape, but there will be occassions where the character may have to deal with rape situations (he himself will never do it). So, thank you all for reading and for your support.
I do not remember my death, but I remember the memories of my past life. Not that there was anything special in my past life, I was a simple college student who liked to read Chinese and Japanese novels, dreaming of having a heroic death, probably saving someone from getting hit by the kun truck and ending up going to another world. The fantasies of almost the entire reader.
And now, with no memory of how I died or when I died (my last memory was to close my eyes of boredom during math class) my eyes opened to the scene in front of me: A stone room with no furniture beyond a golden chest that was behind me, leaning against a wall as it emitted a soft, fascinating light
Strangely, although I found myself in such a situation there was no feeling of anxiety and fear, in fact, the only thing I could think of was that it had finally happened, I had finally reincarnated in a different world and finally could live an adventure as always wanted! Yes! Hunting Dragons! Chasing monsters! Knowing girls!
With a smile on my lips, the scenes of my future adventures passed through my head, making my heart begin to beat faster, like my anxiety for the bright future that awaited me next.
Finally stopping my daydreams, I remembered that the place I was was exactly like a dungeon room in the novels I had read and normally only the characters who had been reincarnated as monsters appeared in such places.
"Did I go reincarnate as a monster?" I asked quietly to myself as I walked towards the chest, thinking that if I had really been reincarnated as a monster I should seek the evolutionary route that would allow me to become a humanoid monster as soon as possible, after all no girl would like to date an ugly monster.
Standing in front of the chest, I leaned slightly to observe my reflection and honestly, almost jumped with the sight that greeted me.
With a body filled with muscles that would cause envy in a bodybuilder, long, black horns that seemed to be made of iron, black eyes with red irises and a bull's head, I had reincarnated as a popular monster in fantasy games, the most " pattern "of monsters to protect doors and treasures ... I had turned myself into a minotaur.
