[ WP ] It suddenly becomes possible to gain XP and level up in the real world , but you can only do so by getting kills .

It was a harsh world. 
 
 My father was one of the first to level up. He killed my mother and my brother to gain power. He only left me alive to raise a daughter. 
 
 Laws did n't apply to anyone. It was every man for himself. 
 
 But the stronger you are, the more EXP you're worth. Rankings never stayed constant, beyond the top five people. My father was one of them. 
 
 To kill them would raise you to the top, but they were experts at killing. It was a death wish to try and take them out. 
 
 I could never kill. I was scared of even harming bugs. I was a disappointment to my father, and sometimes I wondered why he never killed me. 
 
 He never showed me much love, as expected from a serial killer. I was just a tool for him to use. I would throw out the dead bodies for him, or scout for potential victims. 
 
 He never once feared me. 
 
 I remember when the game was first revealed. A broadcast to every nation in the world. 
 
 People killed for the dream - to be level 100. The first person to reach level 100 could become a god. 
 
 It was too good to be true. 
 
 Every level presented upgrades - enhancing your strength, your agility, your stamina. The first few murderers suddenly became more powerful. It did n't take long for people to believe the game was real. Governments fell. Nothing was there to keep order, and cooperations began to exploit their workers even more. 
 
 Everyone was determined to become a god. 
 
 My father was close to becoming level 100, but the higher you got the more kills it took. Soon, competition between the highest ranking players got rough. 
 
 They started to take each other out. 
 
 My father started first, taking someone the same level as him out. It was a tough battle, and he nearly lost an eye. But he watched his level finally go up, to 95. 
 
 I wondered a lot at times, what would my father do if he became a god? 
 
 Would he become a world leader? Would he bring my mother and brother back? 
 
 Or would he continue this sick game? 
 
 I lost hope in everyone. It felt like a nightmare I could n't escape. I had two options to end this dream. 
 
 To kill myself, or to kill others. 
 
 I thought about it for a while - I wanted to die. My family was dead and my father was a serial killer. 
 
 I could never kill people. Never. But after years of taking out literal corpses, and after years of witnessing this world, I realized something. 
 
 The only way to escape this hell is to create the world anew. 
 
 I do n't know how I got the courage, but I did. My father slept peacefully, and never had his guard up with me. He knew I would never hurt him. I was too weak. 
 
 I gave him a quick death, slicing his throat. He woke up right when it sliced his throat, and he only had a few seconds to react. He looked at me with surprise, but I stabbed directly into his heart. 
 
 I watched a bar appear over my head, quickly bringing me to level 80. He was worth that much. 
 
 Blood was all over my clothes, and I cried for a bit. I could n't believe I could have really killed him. 
 
 But this was n't enough. I needed more. I needed to become a God. 
 
 I decided I would only target the highest ranking players - the worst offenders of this game. If I had to kill, I would kill the scum first. 
 
 I will become a God, and I will clean this world. I will stop this madness. 
 
 If I do n't fall into madness first, that is. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

