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

On the way to our cells we were watched by everyone inside the castle at the time. Looks full of contempt, betrayal, and confusion were the norm throughout our tour. The red-haired Archduchess chuckled as she watched with satisfaction as her suspicions had been confirmed. The rest of the archdukes decided to remain silent, although it was obvious from their expressions that they were not indifferent to this march of shame. 


Amazingly, the heroes refused with tooth and nail to accept that I was the assassin that the kingdom was seeking, apparently, they were convinced that it was all part of a conspiracy to get rid of me. 


I couldn't help but smile a little at the thought process their brains had developed to fend off this uncomfortable reality. 


The me I believed was true