Chapter 1: '1st question' What am I

I've been with this group for a couple of years. I mostly held their equipment and helped them with setting up their bases. They treated me well, although I am a bit useless when it comes to fighting. I can beat up a man, but when it comes to beasts and devils, I start to pale in comparison to my teammates.

When I first came here, I didn't know where I was or what I was. Hell, I didn't even know what I was, I still don't, but I am glad that Alexander took me in. He taught me how to fend for myself and taught me how to fit into society so I could live well. Ferguson, who I later found out was a dwarf, was a bit mad that the paladin took me in when they didn't even have enough supplies to keep the five of them alive.

I had black hair and a green right eye since I never had a left eye. All I had was an empty socket which was weird as I still felt my eye through it.

I feel a bit happier now ever since that incident, whereas my friends… yes... friends that's what I'll call them… they were a bit angry that I didn't save them.

Even now they still shout at me that it's my fault, I will agree it was my fault that they're like this, but it's still much better than before. Now they can stay with me as long as I want without trying to get their hands on my crown.

Ferguson went insane when he entered the cursed realm that was hidden beneath the ruins of Greed's Crown.

Edith didn't fare any better. As a half-elf, she was susceptible to dark magic twice as much as a normal elf was. She didn't last a minute around the crown's greed and malice.

Alexander though, lasted quite a bit. He was marvelous, though he did get damaged from the cursed area around the crown, he still ran through and protected himself with holy magic. I had shivers as I saw the crown raise the corpse it was sitting on and fight Alexander. He still lost in the end. The crown was surprised to see me and was grinning after he realized I was weak.

Yes, I was weak physically and didn't have a mana circuit around my body, but all of that was useless if it meant mana wouldn't affect me. Even one touch of my finger would turn that tiny orb of mana into a gray lifeless orb that I like to call 'anti-mana' It doesn't serve a purpose other than pulling life from anything that touches it. I like to call my ability 'Plunder'. It has a nice ring to it, right?

Its tricks did nothing to me and as soon as I touched the crown something weird happened. The spirit of the crown still lived but was 'turned' in some way, though now the spirit listens to every word I say, it can also use mana and can use spells to help me.

One downside is that every person who dies because of my choices, even if it's the slightest bit of involvement, will appear next to me as a phantom. They'll keep annoying me, but at least I'll still have someone to talk to in this lonely room while I sit on a throne. I don't know how long it's been, a year or maybe three or five, all I know is that it's been a long time.

After staying with the wraiths of your friends and people the crown has killed you start to pick up a few of their habits. Recently, I've taken a liking to the phantom of Red, yes… that is his name, he's a bit rough but he's honest and will speak his mind even if there's a bunch of bandits in front of him putting a knife to his throat. That's a true story he told me a few hours ago, it was pretty funny though.

***

It's been even longer since last time. I got bored since there were no more wraiths to talk to, well there would be one more wraith if I decided to put a knife to my throat, but that isn't a decision I'd want to make since I still haven't gotten any answers to the questions I made back when I first opened my eyes into this world.

A bit of backstory for you people reading my story. This will be a short one since I don't have any desire to say what doesn't need to be said. I opened my eyes to this world and didn't know what I was, where I was, and last but not least, I didn't know what to do.

I was lost in every sense of the word until I found a group of people who decided to take me in. They gave me the name 'William' which they then decided to call me 'Will' Alexander was the supposed 'hero' which didn't end well for him as you can see, though I have stayed with them for I think eight years? I joined them when I was twelve, I think? I'm not sure what my actual age is I'm just basing it on what they told me since I can't look at myself right now. I'd say I feel pretty much the same as when I was twelve except taller and a bit stronger. That's pretty much it. What? Did you expect a whole chapter based on my past? No can do I have an escape planned out and I'm running out of time speaking to all of you.

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I forced the spirit inside Greed's Crown to throw spells at the blocked path in front of me. I've been doing this for a couple of months now, and boy does it take a damn long time to break stone reinforced with dark mana. It doesn't help that the fucking phantoms are starting to annoy me now.

I'm starting to hate my decision to pick up this crown. I can't even take off the damn thing! It might look a bit cool with its deep black and gold look I still fucking hate it as I CAN'T EVEN SLEEP COMFORTABLY WITH THIS THING!

I start to hear the last wall of reinforced stone start to break. My hopes start to rise and I see it. THE FUCKING SUN! 

I start to remember that I've been in a dark pit for a couple of years and it hits me. MY FUCKING EYES BURN!

I close my eyes as I try to adapt them to the bright sunlight that I've reminisced about for the past couple of years. They start to adapt and I see what's in front of me, 'Shit,' I realize that I've been in this ruin for more than just a 'couple' of years.