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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

<p>"By sheer luck…" explained Morla as she rubbed her sore knees that were aching from standing up for so long "…the hunters simply turned and ran back in complete darkness through the paths they had taken or rather could remember taking, to the best of their memory while also simultaneously hoping that they wouldn't meet the Razvine along the way. By the end of this risky venture, only four out of the twenty-five hunters made it back alive"</p>

<p>"…I see" I paused for a minute as the whole situation dawned on me, my mind continuously analyzing Morla's words before finally speaking confidently after a minute or two.</p>

Chapter 47