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 specter disappeared from our sight again, not even her footsteps could be heard. Faced with this situation, I put my hands on the ground and used offensive magic in the surrounding area. 


The grass froze, and as it was covered by a thick layer of ice, dozens of icy thorns impaled the air in hopes of catching up with the specter. Unluckily for me, it didn't seem to have worked. The moment I stooped again, the specter came out of one of the thorns, passing through it. His knife-wrapped claw tried to reach my face, but one of the guards was able to deflect the attack with his sword and follow it with his spear. The summoning movements were flawless and precise, the custodian destroyed the piece of ice to shatter, even so, he was not able to reach the wraith that recoiled again and vanished in front of our noses. 


"Neither my magic nor the frontal attacks seem to be effective. Samanta, can your guardians use magic?" 


Face your choices