Betrayed and abandoned by the people who gave him life.
Turned into a tool of murder without the chance to choose another path.
Death and blood became nothing but a nasty routine.
Tired of all, he put an end to that life.
And now a new world welcomes him.
Either to be its savior or its doom.
Roberto Díaz Medina, the once right hand of the Mexican mafia boss is summoned to another world along with a group of teenagers to become the heroes that will defeat the demon lord.
Unluckily for Roberto, the blessing of the gods was not provided to him.
Instead, a curse that demands the essence of every living being is his main weapon.
A weapon that comes with an evil conscience that waits patiently to take control over his body, and command an entire army of undead beings to erase every light of life in their way.
Roberto will have to face many obstacles to go back home.
Lethal magical beasts, mad cultists, disgusting demons, and aristocrats are just some of the obstacles Roberto will have to surpass.
Whether he uses violence or words, he will try to walk through the path of virtue.
But what virtue can achieve a cruel and machiavellian murderer like him?
Only results will answer that question.
What´s sure is that blood and lifeless bodies will kiss the ground.
Hearts and minds will suffer.
And new monsters will be born from the ashes of the old ones.
Have the gods gone tired and decided to exterminate that world with the ultimate killer? Or is this the most clever of their strategies?
Let´s see if the monster in search of humanity can justify the means of its end

Please, someone get me out of this world of swords and magic

The skies opened at the peace of Ahriman, her wings forged in the divine forge were capable of reaching the speed of sound if she had the necessity of traveling at a high speed. The reason she didn´t use it was because of the limitations imposed by her master. She had to be cautious to not attract attention. 


Thanks to her impeccable memory her surroundings felt familiar. The route was clear and her vision with special abilities allowed her to notice the footprints and traces that the group of heroes left on their way. The machine was able to find her targets fast, and with a quick flap, she flew to a nearby position. 


Steel screamed as it clashed against the hard skin of beasts. Puddles of blood were decorating the grass with the inert corpses of beasts and monsters. There were craters and broken trees all around the place as proof of the resistance that humans had put to endure this unfair battle. Counting the number of corpses it was easy to see the equivalent of a small army. 


Saving the saviours