RazorIsSharp

Howard awoke every morning with the taste of blood in his mouth. 

Every night before he went to sleep, the women sleeping next to him shot him to death so that he could reincarnate in the morning.

They did experiments on him, all because he had horns on the top of his head. 

Finally, after years of experiments, they tossed him into the abyss. A place worse than hell called the Furnace.

Down beneath the surface, the Furnace allows dreams to turn into reality, abilities to be amplified by a thousand fold, and for conquests to unfold. 

Howard, finally finding himself free in the Furnace, joins a team of reprobates from Hell's Academy, hoping to conquer the Furnace and build the ultimate kingdom in the darkest trenches of the world.

Hell's Academy

"Mmmm, a kiss for goodluck?" Monica pushed Howard into a wall and grazed his lips with hers, and gently pulled back his hair. "Heh, how did you like that? The new me, I mean?"


"I like both the old you and the new you. Aren't they the same," Howard smiled and gently pushed her away from his torso, kissing her once against the neck before he turned to look at the hallway up ahead.


The hallway contained dozens of suits of regal silver armor from antiquity, and a large collection of paintings that had beautiful golden frames. Each part of the house looked valuable, but Monica seemed to want to hiss him in every spot. 


After 10 minutes of feeling her lips battling him in a fight of life and death, he finally felt the feeling calling him had grown to its maximum. It felt like a world opened when he turned behind him, a pair of knights armor shimmering from what appeared to be a fake moonlight, and he finally had no choice but to gently push Monica to the side.


Ultimate Defense