Robert was on his way to find Loki. His aloof nature was annoying. But there was a reason for his wickedness. In his childhood, he was taught to survive in his harsh world. His father who was a knight made him do scores of hard works. Beat him until he passed out. Made him training for 12 hours per day. Yeah, it is child abuse. No one question his father about the matter because he was a noble person. People blindly trust noble-born. That's the reality we live in.
The house they lived in was a big mansion. Roberts's father was a retired knight. Robert had no other siblings. A boy who was ill-treated could hardly leave his home. The scarred body could attract people of the town. That's the reason he could leave the mansion.
Mother? Robert had a mother. She fled with her lover. As a consequence that Robert's father was going on depression. Now he had to raise a child all alone. Due to that reason, Robert's father tortured him. Robert became mentally and physically unstable. The anger in him wanted to bust out and it did.
One day While he was being abused. The forbear of him broke out. He stared at his father with cold-blooded eyes. His father started asking questions.
"What? You wanna kill me. Scum like you have no power to kill me just like your damn mother. That Wich left you with me and flew with her f*cking lover."
"That's not my fault.
I. Didn't. Do. Anything. Wrong.
Hearing such a reply, the father started striking him with his sword. Cuts appeared everywhere it was struck.
Robert couldn't tolerate it anymore. He snatched the sword from his father and placed it precipitously to his father's heart. Blood started flowing out of his chest. His father was astonished by Robert's behavior. He never thought his weak-hearted son could ever kill him. It was in the middle of the day. The heating ray from the sun couldn't be ignored.
The last sentence he heard from his father was-
"You are just like your mom. You Betrayer."
He abandoned his home. For five years, he led the life of a hitman. A bunch of people was killed indiscriminately by his hand. In a few days, he had become one of the highest-paid hitmen in his world. The higher-ups always gave him special treatment. At the time of the election, he was in a demand. It's not like he didn't like that life. Humanity in him died long ago. He never got the love he wanted. The love of his mother or father never got to him. It perished from him. He hated the society and people around him more than anything.
It was that time when he found that there was a game going on. The winner will get The Kill Spell. The Boss of his offered him to join the game. He thought to himself.
"This will be a great opportunity. Either way, I have nothing to lose."
A sentimental comment passed in his thought.
Without caring about his life, he participated in the game.