Slice Of Life In Fantasy World - Chapter 63. They Are Brother Sister After All

Elric lived a traumatic life since childhood. Being bullied, detested by his family & having no one who cared whether he lived or died. The accumulated loneliness & suffering puts him through severe depression & he decides to take his life’s final decision… SUICIDE.

One day, his soul hears a voice calling out to him.

«Wake up, Elric. I am the God of Darkness. And I’m here to give you another chance at life.»

To God of Darkness, Elric replied with only two words.

«Fuck off!»

Accompany the Protagonist in a journey to achieve an Impossible task he’s given as he aims to become one of the strongest beings in the world full of Magic, Mythical creatures, Dragons and Gods.

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Author: Antihero protagonist who’s a scheming mastermind & doesn’t trust anyone. No Harem, Romance or Fan-service here. MC is an extremely smart & quick witted person who knows how to adapt to situations quickly. But he isn’t an Edgelord or a Psychopath who kills people for no reasons.

I possessed the weakest character in my favorite game’s Hell Mode. I want to survive, but the way the main character is being controlled is atrocious.

It can’t be helped.

I have to stop the bad ending myself.

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”

“Dear, it's time for your medicine!”The beautiful and pure Holy Daughter brought over the medicine for treating his wounds.On this day, he saw betrayal with his own eyes and experienced despair with his soul...From this day forth, the Hero was dead, send paper offerings if you must!