The man's eyes widened in shock, but he could do nothing more than fall to the ground. Skymender stepped on his body as he pulled the sword out.
At this time, everyone in the vicinity was looking at him, stunned and shocked.
Then, around seven men in armor and with weapons charged at him. They were all clearly big, but they were also amateurish. Of course, Skymender wasn't a Sword Master. These seven would pose a threat to him if he only used a sword. But naturally, Skymender's specialty was not the sword.
Skymender backed away as he pulled three vials from his waist. His actions were ignored as the seven men closed in. Skymender threw the three vials out and they broke on the ground.
A mist filled the surrounding air. Skymender breathed it in, but it did not nothing to him. However, to the seven charging men and the people in the vicinity, the mist was nothing short of a death sentence.
As soon as they inhaled it, they began to cough uncontrollably. Some managed to ignore it for a few seconds, charging closer, but they could eventually no longer stand it. Their weapons dropped, ringing out. The surrounding people began to cough and fall as well, signifying an end to their lives.
Skymender ran through the mist towards the entrance of the building. Any person in his path, armed or not, was cut down with a single slash. The coughing and clanging sounds had alerted those inside, and as Skymender ran into the entrance, he was met by around five men. In this closed in area, it was even simpler than before. Skymender threw a single vial at the ground. The five men, confused, began to move towards Skymender.
This did not last long, as they soon fell to the ground.
Skymender stepped on their slowly dying bodies as he moved deeper in. As he ran through a hallway with surprising agility, a sword poked out from the side, targeting him with a small chance of failure.
Skymender dropped and threw his sword.
The sword attacking him cut his mask, though it did not reveal anything. His sword merely made a cut in the person's hand. However, that was enough.
Skymender got up and retrieved his sword. A man laid on the ground next to it, his eyes wide. Skymender's sword was coated with the paralysis poison from the Imperial Scholar. It was less effective when not directly ingested, but around half of the effects could be exhibited in such a way.
Before five seconds passed, Skymender's sword had already ended the man's life. He moved in deeper. The hallway was not long enough to keep him for long. As he passed by rooms with open doors, he would toss a vial of poison inside. For the rooms with closed doors, he cut a hole through the door and threw it inside all the same.
If there were people inside, they would die. If there weren't people inside, it was whatever.
Skymender had prepared fifty vials for this, stored in chests strapped around his waist. He could have prepared even more, but had remembered what his brother had said about using the Barony's money.
Fifty, luckily, was more than enough.
Skymender soon found himself entering a large, open room with many people. After the five men that had been sent out, no more had been sent. Naturally, it had been assumed that the situation had been dealt with.
Skymender silently observed the room for a moment before tossing out around twenty vials of poison. He then planted a different sword from the one he used.
Engraved onto that sword was the name "Skygod".
This would be the name of his assassination organization.
Skymender left. As the poisonous mist spread, hundreds died, including all the leaders of the Dark Sky Gang.
News naturally spread the next day as the sun came up. The Sky city police came and investigated, finding countless bodies.
Most notably was a perfectly clean sword stabbed into the ground in front of the entrance to the room. It read, "Skygod".
After investigations, using resources sent from the Royal capital, it was discovered that poison was used, killing hundreds in the room. Some inside were innocent people, kidnapped or forced into joining the gang. Most were customers or gang members.
Although fear had spread across Sky city for around a day, people soon came to the conclusion that this was an act of heroism in which a notorious gang was taken care of overnight, something even the new Baron Sky had failed to accomplish.
Most of the commotion died down within a week. However, for three people, they could only remember the man who had shown up at their door with a mask, and had told them that the Dark Sky Gang would be dealt with.
They had not truly believed him, but it seemed now as if no lie had been told.
They waited and waited, until one day, one of them received a message. He was the one with the sick mother. Somehow, an envelope with a letter inside had appeared on his table. It was simply labeled, "Skygod".
After having heard the news about the sword stuck in the ground, there was no need to think about who it was.
Opening, he read it slowly.
"It is time to prove your worth with a trial test. If you succeed, you will have officially joined. If failed, there are penalties. Your task: kill old thief ply. Weapon: poison. Usage method: thrown."
The man instantly recognized the name old thief ply.
He was an old man with an unusual name. However, just because he was old did not mean he was a good person. He killed and stole often and openly, relying on his backing at a retired member of another large gang within Sky city.
Inside the envelope, along with the letter, was a glass vial.
"Simply throw it, huh." He muttered to himself.
After a few minutes of hesitation, his conviction became firm. "Fine. I will accept this task."