Perhaps, because the explosion was too intense, I didn't feel any pain at all. I only felt my soul floating higher and higher.
Everything in the past kept appearing in my mind.
For as long as I can remember, I lived in a rundown orphanage.
The director would either beat or scold us. The so-called food we received every day was only enough for us to barely survive.
Therefore, people would get into a big fight for the sake of a little food. It wasn't until I picked up a stool without a word and defeated the king of the children, who was half a head taller than me, did everyone stop snatching my food.
That year, I was five years old.
When I was eight years old, I was adopted.
The first time I met the President was with 11 other children of similar age.
That was the first time I tasted cake. I felt like I had eaten the most delicious food in the world. Looking at the President who had given us the cake, my eyes were filled with gratitude.
Since then, we were taught all kinds of knowledge and given physical training every day. I no longer had to worry about food being snatched or rain leaking into the room.
Therefore, I worked extra hard.
When I was nine, the instructors brought us something called a pocket pistol. I learned to shoot.
When I was 10.
I made my first kill.
He was a youth from the same batch as me. The reason was that he wanted to escape from the training ground.
Perhaps it was because I shot from behind, it felt no different from when I had when I'd first fired a gun. My experience at the orphanage had left me completely calm.
The President came through the crowd and told me I was talented.
I began to systematically learn how to use various firearms and assassination techniques. I even learned how to drive yachts and fly helicopters.
12 years old.
Pretending to be a beggar, I assassinated my first target and successfully escaped, officially starting my career as an killer.
From then on, all my missions were personally instructed by the President. I used the best equipment in the organization and enjoyed the best intelligence.
And I never let the President down. I successfully completed every mission.
For 13 years,
I only had missions and killings in my life.
From an unknown junior, I became one of the top three regulars on the World Government's bounty list and one of the only five Diamond-level killer in the assassin world. Countless people died in my hands.
The President's Doomsday Blade also went from an unknown small organization to one of the five big shots in the assassination world in one leap.
Everyone in the organization said that the President and I were like father and son. In fact, I thought so too.
I'd thought about it before.
I accidentally die on a mission, and the President would cry for me after the shock passed.
Or.
The President asks me to complete a certain mission with tears in his eyes. I think I would gladly go.
And all these fantasies were shattered today…
Such a death,
I really couldn't accept.
If there is an afterlife, perhaps I should live for myself?
Hehe~
I laughed at myself.
How could a killer have an afterlife? A killer would only go to hell.
Come on, hell!
Let me see what you look like!
I opened my eyes and held out my arms, wanting to embrace death.
Yet.
The decorations in front of me were magnificent. A golden throne was right in front of me, and outside the windows was the dazzling starry universe.
Is this place really what hell is supposed to look like?
"Of course not. This is my hall!"
A beautiful woman with long hair, a white dress, and bare ankles appeared in front of me and sat on the throne. Her sweet words carried a hint of pride and charm.
I had never seen such a beautiful woman. Her skin was fair and supple, and her curves were exquisite. All her elements were shaped in the golden ratio. A little more and she would too fat, a little less and she would be too thin.
Extraordinary!
All the descriptions in my head could be summed up with this word.
"Who are you?"
I instinctively took two steps back before realizing that I was already dead. I didn't have any legs now, so I naturally couldn't retreat.
"Mm, let me think…"
She rested her chin on her hand and pondered seriously. She blinked twice. "In your words, I should be a goddess. That's right, a goddess! I summoned your soul."
"…"
"Don't I look like one? This is what I transformed into this appearance according to humans' description of the most beautiful women. It's impossible for me not to look like one!"
The woman in front of me stood up uncomfortably, turned elegantly in a circle, and looked at me suspiciously.
"Then, why are you looking for me?"
I looked at the person in front of me and asked.
Be it her voice, posture, or movements, she was no different from an ordinary person. If there was anything abnormal, it would be her perfect body.
However, she had readily admitted that she had transformed according to all the descriptions of most beautiful women in the world. It was impossible for her to not be perfect.
I had to admit that divine beings really existed in this world.
"Great! I brought you here to help me complete a task with your experience and memories. Of course, you can also choose another path. This way, in your words, it should be called reincarnation."
The goddess sat back down.
I considered the two options she had given me.
Completing her mission with my memories was undoubtedly reincarnating with a mission.
It was very similar to the novel I had read by chance when I was alive.
And the other path.
It was to live ordinary as another person.
"You want me to kill for you?"
After all, this was all I had in my memory and experience. It was impossible for the goddess not to know.
"Smart! That is a world of swords and magic. I need you to become a Braveheart, kill the Demon King, and save the world! This is a noble quest. How is it? Are you interested now?"
At this moment, the goddess clenched her fists and looked at me eyes filled with hope.
A world of swords and magic?
If I remember correctly, the novel I read when I was alive was of the eastern fantasy genre.
I didn't know much about swords and magic.
Just as I was about to ask a question, a stream of memories gushed into my mind.
It was information about the country structure and culture of that world, as well as the Demon King and the Bravehearts.
"I have a question. Is there more than one Braveheart like me who has been chosen by you?"
Although I already knew about the other world,
as a killer, my instinct for caution would allow me to learn as much as possible, which was unusually important.
This was clearly a world of swords and magic, yet she needed to summon a Braveheart from another world to kill the Demon King. This alone was suspicious enough.
I refuse to believe that aren't many gifted people in that big world.
Since those people couldn't deal with the Demon King,
no doubt,
the Demon King is probably an existence that is so powerful beyond human might. Given my current experience and skills, even if I reincarnated, I would most likely be powerless.
So I need to talk terms with the goddess.
And knowing if I was the only Braveheart meant that I could get more from the goddess.