Alex_N67

In the distant and magical world of life slayer online there is one who stands above all else, one who levels faster than any other and is hailed by countries and feared by all. The one everyone looks up to is a simple assassin with the skill to copy and reuse someone else's skill. In this world where mastery over your unique skill is the difference between winning and losing the mysterious and powerful ItsAssassin reigns supreme. Fighting dragons, demons and gods. But during the day who is he? What is he? 
How will his life change as he becomes ItsAssassin, and how can he overcome his past. How can he push through the pain and burden his loss in order to protect his sister, how can he stop the world from caving in around him? and how can he stay sane doing it?
Does he escape farther into the world of monsters and magic? or does he push past his ocean of pain and keep going? taking every step forward and accept his place in the real world going to school and walking past his best friend’s grave every day.
It's the oldest question…
Escape or struggle
To fight...
...or fly

Life Slayer Online

The silenced sounds of fists pounding into flesh, each recoiled slam, rippling through my body with a senseless hollow feeling of boredom. My body slumped into the corner, bringing a small rag out to wipe the piercing red from my fingers; the encrusted dried scars filling my once pale calloused fingers. 


My head rolled backwards, staring blankly into his corrupted face, the scars across his skin filled with joy as he stared down at me. As if he was a child enjoying a new toy.


"It's only been half a month, and you already got used to this!?! I guess games really do desensitized you!"


"And yet a freak like you has never touched a game."


"True true maybe we're just a different breed."


I stood up, passing by Lev as I left the door to the small apartment opening with the lightest of touch, the dishevelled tear soaked face behind me hardly able to move.  The two of us walked out into the greying day, the fresh air sinking into my lungs. 


"That was the last job for this week, I always get so many breaks when I'm around you!"


"Well, you just look like you're having so much fun."


"Yeah, yeah, just make sure the money goes to my sister."


"How can you have such little trust for your loving boss?"


"Because my boss is a two bit high school bully."


I broke away from him, my footsteps isolated in the whistling winds. Each strand of bellowing air intertwined and weaved through the stoic trees that lined the road. 


I'm pathetic, how did everything get like this? How have I fallen this far? 


I was stupid to think someone like me could become… anything.


That I could somehow protect them. I don't care any more, I don't care what I have to do… as long as she… I shouldn't even have the right to be a brother… I haven't been home in half a year, I doubt anyone noticed, though. The small bell rang as I pushed through the door, the steamy aroma floated around me, the subtle smell of spicy beef wafting around the air.


As my hands coiled around the warm pastry, the bread sinking into my hands and splashing a blissful burning into the fingers. I stepped outside the door opening before me, letting my eyes stay on the marvellous concoction of food. But as I was about to step into the cold, my shoulder hit someone…


The brown flowing hair that shined gently to the grey clouds. Her beautiful sparkling eyes… every part of her smashing into my stomach breaking past my ribs and crushing everything… I almost dropped the bun in shock.


It was Her