1.Magnus Crucyus

'Thoughts'

"Dialogue"

I don't consider myself a bad person, nor am I the kindest soul out there. But I still don't think being sent to this shithole was fair, after all, it puts me on the same level as the worst pieces of shit humanity has to offer.

Well, since I'm bored here with nothing else to do besides being tortured and screaming, I'll tell you a bit about my life before coming to this shithole.

(MC POV)

Where do I begin? Oh, right, from the beginning. First off, let me introduce myself, my name is Magnus Crucyus, born and raised on the dirty streets of some big city out there, my family was middle class just like my relationships with its members, with 1 mother, 1 father, and 3 children with me being the middle child, we didn't have big fights and disagreements just as we didn't have big happy moments together, don't get me wrong, I always respected my parents and my siblings, we just aren't that close.

Anyway, as soon as I turned 18, I grabbed the keys to my bike, my wallet, and my travel backpack with my laptop, clothes, and some other stuff, probably all the things that I leave behind will be divided among my siblings, I went to the garage where my Ducati Diavel and my helmet that I bought with a lot of effort and sweat were waiting for me, it didn't take long for me to be going at 110 miles per hour (approx. 177 km/h) on the road to another state.

A few weeks later, I would be found in a small apartment getting ready for my first day at a local carpentry shop for my first day of work.

Months later, I'm seen returning home after finishing all my work, as I pass by a convenience store, I hear screams.

"HEY, PUT ALL THE MONEY IN THIS BAG"

Immediately I looked in that direction and saw three thugs with ski masks, two armed with knives, and the apparent leader with a shotgun. Obviously, I acted right away.

*Bang* *bang* *bang* *bang*

In the broken window, you could see three holes, in the convenience store you could see four bodies lying on the floor, the three robbers and the store clerk.

"Damn, I need to get out of here"

As soon as I saw the situation heading south, I quickly put my Glock back in its holster and started running like crazy home while taking several detours.

*BAM*

I arrived home panting for more oxygen that never seemed to be enough, some time later I managed to calm down while thinking about what happened a few hours ago.

'haha, it seems like I really am not a Shonen manga protagonist, they usually sacrifice themselves for people, not shoot them as soon as they see them. But who would have thought that the robber before dying would shoot the clerk? Screw this, it's not my problem anymore.'

(Timeskip some years)

So, a few years have passed, I've killed some people, evaded cops for tripling the speed limit without a license plate on my bike, practiced enduro on a 300cc, and my favorite, I would call some friends, leave my bike in a dark alley, and hide with a baseball bat somewhere, and when someone tried to steal my motorcycle, me and the boys would come out and give the thief the bonk treatment, after the full treatment, we'd ride for a while and then go home to eat pizza and drink soda, after all, alcohol is not good for health, and me and the boys were all very responsible.

(Another time skip of a few years)

I'm at a point in life where I just let life take me, I've done almost everything that makes adrenaline pump through my veins and I can't find anything exciting anymore, you name it and I've done it, motocross, professional bike racing, bungee jump, skiing, mountain biking, punching people and running away from them for fun and many others, and let me tell you something: sex just for pleasure loses its appeal after a few years, it becomes a strange kind of naked jiu-jitsu, apparently you have to love the other party for it to be amazing forever, something that didn't happen to me.

Ahh the boredom, everything gets boring when you do something new over and over again and it reaches the point where you start to disconnect from the activity and the body goes into autopilot and your mind is no longer there. And don't look at me like I'm lying, I just have a lot of free time to practice, remember the carpentry shop I said I worked at? Well, after a few years working there, I had a loan opportunity and instead of buying a house or stuff like that, I bought the carpentry shop and hired my old boss to manage it for me and that was it, a few years later I already had 3 of them and didn't need to do anything else besides signing my name on some documents.

Anyway, currently I'm learning 3 fighting styles, such as Muay Thai, jiu-jitsu, and krav maga, why you ask? Well, I had found an underground fighting arena and obviously couldn't afford to lose under any circumstances, so I trained, trained until I was considered a little more than average in many fighting styles and worked my body to the peak of my potential at 26 years old and signed up for a fight that would generate me a substantial amount of money.

(Fight day)

(MC POV)

Hahaha, what a beautiful day to fight until knockout with high chances of permanent injuries or even death, even from here I can hear the crowd that should be the audience roaring with excitement.

As I was lost in thoughts, a guy came towards me with his arm painfully twisted in a strange direction and a grimace of pain.

"Get out of my way"

What did I do after all? There's no point in fighting this guy, I'll have my sweet time later, and I didn't have to wait long.

"MAGNUM CRUNCH COME TO THE ARENA"

as soon as I heard my pseudonym being called I walked down the hallway while the roars of the crowd got louder and the lights got brighter, I put my hand between the light and my eyes as I walked towards my next adventure.

(Hell)

(Currently)

(MC POV)

"That's where my life started to go down the drain I think, after that fight that I won by a narrow margin and with several cuts from the other guy who had a switchblade, I ended up participating in many others. Until the police raided one of my fights and arrested everyone in the arena and me included, where they took me to court and took all my properties, threw me in jail where they killed me in my sleep after one of the many fights I had on that place.

after that, I only remember being in a blank room with a strange scale in front of me, and before I had time to think about it, colorful wires started to come out of me with blues going to one side and reds going to the other side of the scale, unfortunately, the scale was slightly heavier on the side of the red lights, then I ended up here"

As I looked at my torture companion whom I had just told my life story to and whom I decided to call Bob, I heard my jailer approaching.

He was a mountain of muscle all disfigured as if it had been burnt, full of cracks all over his body with something like magma running on them, a single curved horn on his head, goat's hooves instead of feet, and a disgusting expression. As soon as it got close to me, it began to speak in a voice that sounded like a blackboard being scratched and a truck engine talking to me

"You're pretty tough, aren't you? In the hundreds of years you've been here you've endured almost every torture known to your species and some special ones of my own, you even endured a lava bath for a few years only to lose a few screws in your little head, well, good for you I'll have to swap toys with a friend of mine.

Hahaha I'll want to watch when he brings the hell pegasus to play with you, hehe I was having so much fun with you that I forgot to torture you sexually, don't worry I'll be here to watch, as soon as he arrives"

The more I listened to the freak, the more the color faded from my face and even with the heat enough to melt ever-present metal here in hell, I was breaking out in a cold sweat.

As soon as he was out of sight in the deserted expanse of hell I immediately began to gnaw on my wrist to free myself from the serrated chain that wrapped around a huge pillar and held my hands tightly.

Not caring about the pain that I could well ignore by continuing to gnaw on my wrist. As soon as I was sure of my freedom, I took my severed hand and swung the chain around Bob's neck (my torture partner). After all, I couldn't have any witnesses to what I'd done and where I was going, could I? Well, it's too bad it's not permanent, another shitty thing about this place is that no matter what happens to you, you won't die, and even if you lose body parts, they'll grow back but even worse is that you'll still have all the consequences of life, such as tiredness, cracks in the body from dehydration and enough heat to melt metals, weakness from malnutrition, etc.

With that said you can imagine my condition, I'm literally just skin and bone where I have parts that don't even have skin because I've been ripped off and haven't had time to grow back yet and with several cracks on one side of my body due to lack of fluids, with that said I started devouring what I could from bob while saving his arm for emergencies.

Luckily for me, things are extremely slow around here, like reeeally slow, some of the things around here clan last months so I have plenty of time to eat and rest, even if I can't finish everything in one go, I've taken my time for a few days and only left bob's bones behind, because I'll need every ounce of energy available to me, after all, I don't know what's coming next.

Well, there's only one way to find out - by moving on. As soon as I had tied my trusty chain around my body, I looked out over the infernal expanse and started walking in the opposite direction to where my jailer had gone without being able to stop the anticipation and nostalgia growing in my chest as it reminded me so much of when I left my parents' house,

now only if I had my bike here...

{A/N: Don't forget to read the auxiliary chapter ᕙ⁠(⁠＠⁠°⁠▽⁠°⁠＠⁠)⁠ᕗ}