Rise of the Death Touched Monk

In a world where I never asked for any of this, four things became crystal clear.

First, I was trapped in a dark fantasy land filled with the demonically possessed and killer teddy bears.

Second, the Gregorian chant echoing in my head held the power to defy death and shake the world through my fists.

Third, I was falling in love with my best friend's girl.

And fourth, I was inexplicably entwined in a perilous journey of gods, demons, and necromancers. I'd have to face the truth: there's no turning back now, and maybe, just maybe, I'm destined for something greater.