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

"Yes" I said as I took in their looks of awe with a calm yet smug smile on my face.

Morla stared at me as if she was looking at an alien creature from another dimension "Just who the hell are you? Or rather what the hell are you?"

I shrugged at her question refusing to inform her that I was a Human Player so I instead answered her question with another diverting her attention "So do you think you this will be enough for the magic robe?"

Jaralath, of course saw through my little trick but decided to remain silent though her eyes basically glared the message that we would have quite a talk about this later to which I shrugged my shoulders once more.

Morla pondered as she examined the corpse for a while before responding

"No, the fur of the corpse is too damaged to make a quality robe on its own which means that another monster's parts will also be required"

Chapter 46