Dont Call Me Jack

OK, I need to clear something up before I start. I’m not Jack the Ripper.

I was actually a pretty normal guy for the most part. I enjoyed drinking, and spending time with my friends and family. All of a sudden, I found myself transformed into a Reaper of Souls and sent back in time to Victorian London.

At first, I didn’t know if I was in a drunken nightmare or if I had been drugged. But as the time passed, it became clearer that this was my new reality, and I had no choice but to simply get used to it.

I had been sent back to act as a "Nighttime Reaper" guiding lost souls to the afterworld, though I would quickly find that a part of my human self still remained, and during the day I would revert to it.

At night, I would become the Reaper. A part of the magic that transformed me meant that anyone looking directly at me would see but a shadow of a man, not wholly there, though not entirely absent either.

I found out that my powers meant I was constantly teleported to the victims of others as they experienced mortal peril. I would learn that perhaps I could help people, rather than what I thought Reapers were supposed to do.

A normal guy by day, and a Reaper by night. Join me as I try to use my powers for good rather than evil, and bring an end to the horrific killings in Whitechapel in the 1880’s.

This includes leveling and LitRPG/Gamelit elements...and has a loose basis in history.