Wesh2003

Tuesday night on the 31st of December in the year 2020. 
I remember this day extremely well because it was the day I committed suicide ...... and also the day it all began. 
Instead of descending to the afterlife as I had wished I instead ended up being placed in the Tower of Chaos as a participant in a competition. 
That's fine then since I could simply kill myself if I didn't wish to participate but the problem was Hades the god of Death chose me as his successor meaning that suicide wasn't an option.
Though he did say what I had to do to have a peaceful death.......I simply had to reach the top of the tower. 
But were things really that simple?

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Death's successor

"A ..player" uttered Jaralath in shock "But that's not possible. Human beings aren't capable of surviving in hell due to the lack of food and water consumable by the human digestive system as well as the extreme climate present here. Humans shouldn't be able to survive here especially one at your level of power"

"Well, I happen to have a special constitution that has allowed me to survive so far" I said carefully. I didn't want to tell her that the only reason I was able to live here was because of the skills given to me by Hades. After all it was always best to keep most of my abilities hidden up my sleeves.

"I see" said Jaralath noticing my unwillingness to disclose my personal information chose to change the subject "Either way you have piqued my interest, so I have a proposition for you player."

JARALATH'S APPRENTICE

Chapter 43