Die...

I could feel the cold as I stepped into the arena, the soft ground crunching underfoot as 9i walked towards him. The anger branded across his face and carved into his every movement.

"Heyy ASSASSIN. Surprised to see someone as meager as me, someone undeserving of even fighting you in the finals?"

"No,"

"You know you really suck at lying."

"Fine, I'm surprised that you managed to beat some members of my guild, happy?" not as happy as I'm about to be. You know for this final match they turned the pain sensitivity up to the max, they really don't like you."

"What?"

"About two weeks ago I was approached by three admins who really hate and want you to fail. They said if I enhanced my vitality and magical resistance I would beat a mage like you. They also turned the pain sensitivity up, so you'd be in agony from one cut. You've always looked down at me, but now I want to look down at you lee."

"Your entire plan presumes you'll actually hit me."

"He he I'm not an idiot I realize that I can't match your speed, but I've studied the way you fight at the end you're always half dead, so I figure even someone as dumb as me can cut you at least once. Also, the strain from your ability will hurt like your insides are being ripped out so be careful with that my dear old friend."

"What happened to you?"

"I stopped worshiping you like everyone else. I started to think, about what you really are and in the end, everyone is wrong your crime isn't assassination, it's theft you're a lucky asshole who thinks he's better than everyone just because he got a random skill. Get over yourself.

So as the hero in this game I have come to slay the evil thief."

"Fine but just because we used to be friends doesn't mean I'll go easy on you."

I drew my dagger pulling the blade from my back and facing my old friend. We stood in the middle of a huge arena, towers of stone piling into the sky, the seats abuzz with cheers and anticipation, a cacophony of cheers and screams. I jumped forward, water swelling behind me and crashing into the ground. And surrounding Bana, but he cut through them ice freezing the water and breaking it into small chunks. A mocking grin cut along his face as my attack fell to the ground. I kept charging forward until I was only about a meter from him, but he sliced his sword down the icy air curling as the steel drifted slowly through the air. The blade slammed into mine as I made a desperate attempt to block the frozen weapon, webs of ice slithering across the blade. But as his sword was close to touching my cheek the blade pressed against my face. I tapped his shoe turning into lightning and teleporting away in the blink of an eye. Pulling my left-hand backwards a thin white web tugged at Bana's foot tripping him on his face, the dust rising in clouds as he fell. I clapped my hands together wincing as mana drained from my body.

'Unique skill 'Copy' activated - 'arms of the dead' subskill paste x10'

Ten hands reached up from the ground covered in a purple mist and grabbed his body, pressing him close to the ground and holding his body down. I walked back, stabbing downwards with my knife, the metal glinting in the sun. But as I stabbed into the ground he disappeared a cool ominous shade casting over my eyes. I looked up fear plaguing my mind as I saw him. The terrifying form above me… his body arching as he stabbed into my back the burning cold entering my body. Every sense I had was overwhelmed by the cold.

The Ice encased my arm crawling across my flesh, my entire body crawling with the cold. Ice crawling and cracking up my body. Blood dripping down the crystallized ice. The crimson liquid carving down the encasing ice. The cold was sharp; it cut into my flesh as it wrapped around my body consuming my flesh. My heartbeat started to slow. My entire body was so cold. And then my vision stopped, the black encroaching around my eyes. My last sight… his fingers closing together and then.

'Snap!'

I let out a final breath my eyes closing as the cloud of white air folded from my lips. The sun bearing down on my corpse. The pain flooded my body as everything shattered.

'Alert: do you want to use Cut?''

'The toll is 2000 Hp'

'Do you wish to use this skill?'

The pain would break me, like years of torture in a second. Death would be more kind.

I should just die

It would be easier

It would be a necessary sacrifice.

The only. Logical choice.

.

.

.

The ice broke. Everything was cold and I stood up. Blood pouring from my eyes and mouth burning my lungs and every muscle. The pain and agony was immense greater than anything I've ever felt.

This game truly is too realistic.

The blood spilled from my body burning and breaking everything inside me. The pain swelled up, burning and cutting into my chest.

But I felt nothing. Even in the face of all that pain there was only one thing on my mind, one burning fire pushing my actions and forcing me forward. I felt hollow, a puppet controlled only by rage and hatred, revenge ripping through my heart and tearing my body to pieces, the kind of anger that terrifies even you, the type of rage that you can only watch. That cold feeling was nothing to how I felt. The rage and pain I had endured was nothing.

"This can't be that should've killed you!"

'Warning you have 1Hp left consider retreating'

I raised my hand opening my palm to the sky as I stared down at him, my expression blank only rage carved into my body.

I stole everything… he's right. Nothing is mine and everything is borrowed.

'Unique skill 'copy' activated - weapon make (spear)' subskill paste x300'

'Unique skill 'copy' activated - weapon enchant skill (ice)' subskill paste x300'

'Unique skill 'copy' activated - switch stat allocations (magic) current magic is now 722'

'Unique skill 'copy' activated - Melody hit current tune set'

I stole it all. Even from my own guild.

I really am pathetic.

The spears hovered above me as I stared down at my foe, the one who caused me so much pain, and it released, three hundred spears all hit him instantaneously my magic sarong with power my entire body ringing with the melody of screams and the tune ringing through my head.

"Die…"

Tears ran down his face as his body lay in the ground, blood smeared over the dirt and his chest opened with the litter of spears all freezing his wounds and breaking them over and over again in a seemingly endless cycle of pain.

My anger disappeared, and so did I, dropping to the floor in exhaustion at the end of my battle. Pain and blood leaking from every millimeter of my body and burning every cell in my feeble anatomy.

It was finally over,

But

Somehow I feel hollow, empty. My hate may have gone, but I still feel like a monster,