Endless Leveling
Episode 1 – The Immortal Breaker
The galaxy was a slaughterhouse.
Every world dripped with blood, and every star lit the stage for another endless battle. Across billions of systems, fighters clashed endlessly, and none of them ever stayed dead. Hunters, vampires, werewolves, monsters — all of them immortal, cursed to fight, lose, rise, and fight again. Pain was eternal. Death was temporary.
Corporations had made sure of that. They'd cracked the code of immortality, splicing it into their creations. Now, no matter how much flesh was torn or bones shattered, fighters simply reformed. Again and again. An infinite cycle of violence.
The gods watched, disgusted.
So they forged Slim.
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The Awakening
On the husk of a ruined planet, the skies split open. Crimson light burned across the dead horizon, illuminating craters filled with rusted corpses and twisted machines. A thunderous voice echoed from nowhere and everywhere.
"Slim. Our weapon. Our answer. You will not just fight. You will judge."
From the heart of the crimson storm, a man stepped forward.
Slim.
His hair was long and blood-red, flowing down his back like a river of fire. His eyes glowed the same color — calm, steady, and unshakable. His frame was lean, deceptively fragile-looking, but his dark skin shimmered with glowing cybernetic veins that pulsed like molten lava under glass.
Unlike every other fighter in existence, Slim wasn't bound by the curse of immortality. He carried something worse — something final. The power to decide if a fighter's immortality ended. The only executioner in a universe of undying killers.
The First Opponents
The ground cracked open, vomiting out three abominations.
They were armored beasts, humanoid in shape but stitched together with wires and jagged metal. Their mouths split open too wide, metal teeth gnashing like saw blades. Their eyes burned white, soulless, programmed to do nothing but destroy.
They snarled, dripping black ichor that hissed when it hit the dirt. They were loud, vicious, and fucking ugly.
Slim just stood there. Calm. Red eyes unblinking. Crimson hair drifting in the stale air.
The first beast charged.
It roared, claws whistling through the air as it swiped at his throat. Slim tilted his head slightly, almost bored, and the claw missed by inches. His hand rose slowly, pressing flat against its chest.
A glow ignited in his palm.
The creature screeched, body convulsing. Slim's cybernetic veins lit up like fire, and in one brutal surge he exploded the thing's torso outward. Blood, bone, and burning circuitry sprayed across the dirt. The smell of iron and oil filled the air.
The monster fell in pieces, twitching.
A whisper curled into Slim's mind:
[Level Up: 2]
He looked down at the writhing remains. Normally it would have started to reform — but it didn't. Slim's voice was quiet, calm, as he spoke.
"Stay dead."
The remains dissolved into ash. True death. For the first time in centuries, something had died permanently.
The Endless Rule
The other two beasts froze, their snarls faltering. They weren't supposed to feel fear, but their soulless eyes flickered with it anyway. They knew. Somehow, they understood.
Slim cracked his neck and sighed, crimson eyes glowing brighter.
"One fight, one level," he muttered. "Let's keep climbing."
The second monster lunged. Its claws gleamed, its jaw unhinged too wide as it snapped for his throat. Slim didn't dodge. He stepped into its charge, grabbing its skull mid-lunge.
He slammed it into the ground with bone-crushing force, the impact rattling the cracked earth. Then, without hesitation, he ripped its head clean off. Blood geysered, splattering his face and chest in a hot crimson spray.
The headless body twitched, trying to reform — but Slim clenched his fist around the skull, and his eyes blazed.
"Not this time."
The corpse caught fire, shrieking with a sound that wasn't supposed to exist. The body disintegrated into ash.
[Level Up: 3]
Slim let the skull turn to dust in his hand. His face never changed. Calm. Cold. Unshaken.
The Brutality of Choice
The last beast growled low, stepping backward. It didn't want this fight. It wanted to run.
Slim stepped forward, slowly, his boots crunching in the dirt. His long red hair shifted behind him, his expression as still as a corpse's.
"You all come back," Slim said quietly, voice like steel wrapped in silk. "Over and over. Kill each other for sport, for scraps, for fucking corporate profit. But me? I end it. You don't come back when I say you don't."
The beast roared in defiance, charging desperately.
Slim blurred forward, faster now, stronger than before. His cybernetic legs hissed as pistons released bursts of energy. In a blink he was in front of the monster, palm pressed to its chest.
He pushed.
The explosion was deafening. The monster's entire torso detonated in gore and steel. Chunks of blood-soaked machinery rained across the wasteland. Slim was drenched in its spray, but his calm never wavered.
[Level Up: 4]
The monster's remains twitched, fragments already trying to stitch themselves back together. Slim crouched low, eyes glowing.
"You get to stay dead," he whispered.
And the remains turned to ash, carried away on a dead wind.
The Immortal Breaker
Silence.
Slim stood in the gore-soaked wasteland, his skin and crimson hair dripping black ichor and red blood. The air stank of burnt flesh and machine oil.
But Slim didn't wipe the blood away. Didn't scowl. Didn't smile. His expression stayed calm, unreadable, like the world's brutality was just background noise.
He whispered to himself:
"Four levels. Four enemies. Billions to go."
Then the sky ripped apart.
Not three beasts this time. Not dozens. Hundreds of rifts split open, stretching across the heavens like wounds in reality. From them poured shadows — hunters armed with jagged blades, vampires twisted with cybernetic limbs, werewolves fused with machinery, and abominations that defied description. They howled, cursed, screamed their eternal rage.
Immortal fighters. All of them.
But Slim was the only one who could end them forever.
The voice of the Fighting Gods boomed once more:
"Slim. You are the breaker of immortality. You are the only end in a world without end. The corporations will drown the galaxies in fighters. Five hundred billion enemies. And only you can decide who stays and who vanishes forever. You will rise endlessly. You will fight endlessly. You are the cure to immortality's curse."
Slim tilted his head back, red eyes burning like fire. His crimson hair clung wet with blood. His calm expression never broke, not even with an army descending.
He whispered three words, steady and brutal:
"Fuck their immortality."
And as the first wave crashed down, Slim stepped forward — calm, covered in blood, and ready to bring true death to eternity.