Hospital A is one of the biggest and most famous hospitals in all of Egypt. Inside one of its VIP rooms, lay a young man in bed breathing heavily. The young man was bald, had swollen eyes a thin face and body, and a lot of IVs inside his body. Some may mistake him for a mummy. He spent the last two years of his life in bed, receiving chemist to heal his lung cancer. When he first arrived at the hospital two years ago all the doctors said that he only has 6 months left. But the young just kept fighting death, because of his most loved one, his mother. Before dying with his sister in a car accident she told him to live and cherish his life more than anything, but she also told him not to forget about them. The young man was now remembering the last thing his mother said, with tears pouring covering his face... Fighting lung cancer was hard. "I'm sorry .....mother, sister I can't keep my promise... I fought

Every time I level up my Hp increases by 10 and when I add one point to {Vit} my Hp increase by 5. The reason I did this was that this is the real world. As a player, I get injured and wounded from fighting the monsters. I don`t just lose health, I even think I feel one hundred percent of the pain. What is worth mentioning is that everything in this world is real, even the monsters, they are not codes. Their screams, spawning blood and chopped up bodies were so fucking irritating that it gets on my nerves every passing second. I had quickly acclimatized to the situation. I had gone from being nauseated from the gore that I was throwing up after killing my first monster, to becoming cold and indifferent despite the carnage that was left in my wake. All the heated monster blood on my body made me feel like enduring a test from hell. After only a couple of hours, I really had become used to this. I think I`m turning into a cold-blooded killing machine, even thou

If someone looked at me at this moment, he will probably say that I`m but a homeless guy, judging from my ripped shit, as well as my torn pants. "What the fuck is this?" I felt a little bit scared. All the stuff that happened to me made my nerves a little bit weaker, I feel as though I`m close to having a mental breakdown… I looked down and upon close inspection, I realized that the clothes that I was wearing were a little bit small for my size. When I was stretching, I easily tore Open the small clothing… "What's this pitiful quality? Who makes such clothes for a king?" The wind breezed through the palace, and I felt the chill, well I was almost naked... "Shit, I have to find something to wear." I glanced around the palace and found a wardrobe-like piece of furniture. I opened it up and found that there was much luxurious clothing in it. I picked out a fitting dark blue shirt and black pants. I put them

Her powerful swing forced off all the close enemies with the closest one not even having time to react before Felena chopped his head. None can stop her, she has a daughter in her home, she must not die. Death wasn`t an option for Uwineian soldiers…. Right now there was only kill. There was no kill or to be killed, only kill. Smash! Crush! Bang! Clank! Weapons armour and bare knuckles were colliding. Spurting blood, and detached limbs had painted the picture of hell. Boom! Felena smashed the sword and the enemy in front of her off the walls. She looked up and the ladder was right in front of her. She swung the axe once more to back off the approaching enemies.. Dang! Dang! Dang! She sprinted forward and smashed all the hooks of the ladder. "You guys shall die. Rest In Hell!" For them there was no peace, peace shall not be an option. Felena kicked th

Today was the fourth day. "This little castle has a complex terrain that could frustrate any invaders. If it wasn't for this dangerous moat and that firm defense wall, I would've already conquered this castle for father, and the queen and the princesses would've been my toys already…" On the bank of the Zulia moat, a knight wearing a full suit of black armor with a silver mask grumbled. The silver mask had a ferocious demon carving on it and only covered the top half of his face. He was on top of a pitch-black warhorse, which was itself tall and sturdy, emanating the image of a majestic beast. The horse also wore a ferocious suit of armour, with only its legs and eyes exposed. An enigmatic force surrounded him, like a magnetic field. Behind him, nineteen other knights stood in silence. They were all black armoured and on black horses too. They also wore the same devil-styled mask as well but in black rather than silver. With the spiked armour