I was fighting the demon lord terrorizing the world. Yes, I am the hero of this game-like world as you all say- an rpg world.

  I wore my best white armour and was wielding the holy sword Zelentos. I was not your normal hero, I had average looks and not a great physique, yet I had an aura around me which charmed others, if I may say so. The demon lord was also not your normal villain. He was a dashing personality who had a large female following and an unmistakable dark aura. We both battled it out at the summit of a mountain (it was very cold brrrr..) he wore black armour and wielded a bastard sword he named Goenma. We took our stances prepared to finish each other off with the next strike. We activated the same technique- Sure Kill which we had learnt from the same master. Yes we both were childhood friends, yet we were fighting to death. Why? I never really knew and I suspect he never knew as well. Anyway the attacks connected and we both died.

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  Really, did I die? That was the question lingering in my mind. I shouldn't have been able to think if I was dead. Then I saw a screen pop out in front of me as usual

  Ding.