This world, is big.

Really.

Really.

Big.

I do not know how big it is but it is certainly big enough to house nine continents and have them surrounded with large water bodies.

As big as this world is, there are lot of people in this world.

Of course this is not Earth, as far as I know, Earth didn't have nine fucking continents and fucking cats and dogs running around in two legs with a spear in hand, so yeah this is not fucking Earth.

As far as I can remember, this is actually my third life.

My first life was on Earth and I loved games.

A LOT.

Other than that, I don't remember much.

My job, my family, my friends, how old I was, was I rich or poor, did I work for the government or a corporate, I don't remember any of those.

My second life, I remember it quiet well, because it overshadows my first.

I was an assassin.

Not just an "assassin", but a master of assassins.

Life is a bitch, but I made it my bitch.

Of course, not just anybody just gave it to me, I climbed the stairs myself and had to kill my master and my teacher by my own hands to be acknowledged as the master.

For the next five years, our organization thrived and many fears us.

Even if it was a king, as long as your name popped up in our list, you better have everything mustered up so that it won't be disappointing when we come for you.

But of course, even that was short lived.

I was somehow, magically, summoned to another world, a fantasy world.

People of this world were.... different.

There are normal humans and then there are those "Beastkin" and "Elves" and "Dwarves" and more abnormal shit.

I was summoned by a kingdom ruled by humans and assisted by those "Elves".

The Elves were..... a fascinating race.

Their long ears.

Their height.

Their beauty and lean build.

It was all..... new.

Since I was summoned, they asked me what my " job" was and whatnot, I totally did not understand them back then and just said I was a rouge, pretty easy to go along with since that alings with my occupation.

They were pretty disappointed but they did perform that summoning or something ritual once again to summon another guy and this time, it was a kid much younger than me.

The only draw back, the old guy who was the "court mage" died due to something called mana drain? Don't know what that shit means but it was some crazy shit.

Man coughed up blood like it was the last thing, his eyes blew up and his limbs went crab mode.

In short, he died a terrible death, gotta take notes on that one.

And then the rest is history, I fought alongside the kid, had to cause had no other choice since I knew shit about this world, information was priority and where is a better place to know more than the heart of a kingdom?

It was pretty easy to create a sect or "an Organization" as they call it in this world.

Sect, Cult, Organization, Guild or whatnot, the meaning is the same at the end of the day and my days just keeps getting better.

The Royalty and Nobility in that Kingdom was the classic example of scrubs and snobs, utter disappointment.

Not like I didn't expect it, but still though.

Their management skill needed management at that time, it was a miracle that no one revolted.

Anyway, they sent me and that kid to fight off these "Demons", save the world, yada yada.

Classic cringe bullshit.

The kid did good for his level and all but it was just too much to look at.

His " nightly" activities and him trying to be the second coming of Genghis Khan and more bullshit.

I was slowly reaching my meltdown point.

Anyway, soon enough, I told them I want to leave this cringe conquest and just fucking leave that place, but they had other plans apparently.

They promised to let me go only to put a slave collar on me, it was annoying but interesting.

They said something about this being the God's authority and shit.

I honestly thought it was something impressive since they said it would kill me if go against them and God and authority and whatnot, but it was a letdown.

It may have been impressive to them but it was just a lame collar if you ask me.

Easy for assassins to get out of it since we just need to vanish or we could just cut it off quick.

After that they tried to fight me.

Long story short, mother fuckers didn't stand a chance so they called in their army from nearby.

But guess what? My boys pulled up sooner than them and it was an all-out war, if you could call five hundred vs fifteen thousand a war that is.

Although they had the advantage in numbers, we were faster, stronger and skillful.

They didn't stand a chance.

We massacred them all, not one soul was left alive.

The Hero.

The Princess.

The Saintess.

The Prince.

The Mage.

The Allied Army.

Everyone was killed.

If we had a dictionary, it did not have mercy in it.

Thus began the 8 year war between us and the nearby Kingdoms.

Our sect grew bigger and bigger, we made a kingdom for ourselves.

Hundreds became thousands.

Many common people who left their home due to tyranny joined us.

It worked out good for us, so I guess it's alright?

The war was taxing but we didn't mind it since the opposite side weren't making any sort of progress.

It was peaceful in its own way.

But it went to shit real quick.

The kingdoms had their own cards of Ace.

Their generals and knight captain and bunch are really monsters if nothing else.

They attacked us with their "Trump cards" and our lines fell really quick.

It was a massacre on our side.

Luckily, we had cards of our own.

I'll keep it short, the faithful day came, we all fought, too much destruction yada yada yada.

We won.

At least that was what should have been.

I got stabbed right through my chest by another summoned hero.

I died of course, but I still did a number on them and now, I can finally rest.

Or so I should've.

Me and my personal guards.

We were on our last leg and it really pissed us off to see them so smug, so, we used a forbidden technique of ours.

Something we never use.

Mana Overburst.

As it's name sounds, it is over charging mana and releasing it.

It's strong enough to make it's effect seem like a nuke went off.

Sadly, we won't know the results since, you know, we nuked ourselves.

We died. For real this time.

I thought to myself, "I can finally rest, no more war, no more fights and definitely no more duty bound".

Un-fucking-fortunatly, god is an asshole who just loves playing with our lives.

You guessed it, I got reincarnated, again.

For the third fucking time, PLEASE LET ME BE IN PEACE!