biohazar

So remember that religion where people get reincarnated when they die? Well.... It's true. You must be asking how the hell did I get myself here in another world similar yet unlike our world we call earth or terra? Well it's due to the dewy slopes of a couple of years ago. I was mixing a couple fissile uranium batches ordered by space ship that I was working at, and made an accident that I had to be tortured for a few hours until I died from the pain, and the injuries I sustained from that accident. I was a xenobiologist, and in my free time I do help with the work of my crew mates. Yeah life does suck isn't it? But due to some glitch in the system/life by some higher power or a mistake I had my memories intact from my past life as a xenobiologist. 

Mainly my study was in flora, and fauna. Now I'm some noble lower caste in some world I barely know to be some dress up bunny because I look like a girl when in reality I'm a boy. Goddamn I wish there were gender roles in this goddamn world. I wish I was back home. I don't wanna be some dress up bunny for the rest of my life for my crazy cousin. But in my spare time I am a contractor. Contractors are the equivalent of mercenaries in this world and would kill monsters or god forbid people if you are in that much heat by the empires high command. 

People have magic here but me. I can't use magic. Instead I found out that I have an ability where if I was in a bad shape/near death my strength would increase dramatically but if I'm not in danger anymore it lowers my strength dramatically, and another ability that makes me blood thirsty but in exchange of killing someone I get stronger. Yeah seems like bullshit right? Well in my life it isn't bullshit anymore. In this world it's either kill or be killed. The Darwinian way for survival. I am the merchant of death, and this is my story.

Table of Life as the merchant of death

Table of contents

Volume 1