Fantasy

In the place I came from, I was the greatest fighter to ever exist, or so I think of myself.
    Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t an officer, nor some glorious soldier.
    I was just a slave.
    Back then, survival was everything. But I was greedy.
    I had brothers in slavery I wanted to protect. I overstepped my place, challenged people beyond my rank, people I shouldn’t have challenged. I dreamed of things slaves were never meant to dream of.
    In the end, we all died.
    As we should have.
    When I opened my eyes again, I found myself inside the Tower, a place where people came to gain power, wealth, and glory.
    So why am I here?
    For me, it became a place where everyone seemed to want me dead.
    Still… I want to live.
    I want to live as a free man, not someone’s property.
    What else matters now that my brothers are dead?
    I’ll forge a fake family, a fake background, a fake life that was never mine. I’ll observe this world, learn its common sense, and become someone new.
    And I’ll kill anyone who tries digging into my past.
    To survive this Tower, be it impossible trials, trying not to get eaten, stabbed, cursed, arrested, betrayed, or adopted by strange old legends.
    But no matter what happens… I’ll keep living as a free man.
    Oh, I carry a curse too?… It doesn’t matter…
    I’ll be hunted for it?… Bruh… that’s fine!
    But more importantly…
    Why are these bastards acting overly friendly?