In a large arena, sounds of cheers could be heard coming from the audience. Some were cheering while others were chanting the name of a particular person on the battlefield that was displayed on huge screens.
Large square-shaped screens projected a battlefield that was riddled with destruction at different corners.
A bloodied group of five humans backed away in fear as a 7ft (213.36 cm) tall young man approached them, reciting a rhyme as he did so.
"London bridge is falling down...".
The group of five were laced in white combat suits.
While the young man adorned a sleek 9-piece black artificial leather formal wear consisting of a peak lapel jacket with gold-toned skull buttons, slim-fit trousers with a strip of golden-toned leather down the side, and a matching black leather vest with a subtle texture and gold-toned buttons.
He wore a black leather shirt with a wing-tip collar and French cuffs, paired with a black leather tie featuring a subtle texture and gold-toned tip.
A long, black leather overcoat with a subtle sheen and gold-toned buttons completed his look. A black leather pocket square with subtle texture and gold-toned edging added a touch of elegance, while gold-toned cufflinks shaped like miniature daggers and a black leather scarf with subtle texture and gold-toned edging worn loosely around his neck added a hint of menace.
Every single thing on him was either black or gold in colour.
The 9-piece suit was tailored to fit Adam's imposing physique, accentuating his golden hair, golden eyes, and black nails (though only his left palm was visible as he wore a pair of black gloves with the left glove held in his right hand).
He slowly stretched his folded left palm towards the group that was backing away, edging closer to the edge of the stage.
His left hand fully opened revealing a black eye with golden lines shaped round it like rings and a shining golden star in the middle. The sight of which caused his 5 opponents to go wide in fear and shock.
"He's-
"The-
"The Ripper!"
His eyes had a look of coldness and aloofness mixed with playfulness as he finished his rhyme,
"My dear lady!".
Vrreii~
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*It was exactly five years ago...*
"Ghost, can you hear me?"
Jack heard the voice of a teenage girl through his earpiece.
"Loud and clear, Panda"
"Remember, the client wants you to eliminate the target before he gives the speech"
"Roger," Jack replied climbing up a vent in the ceiling.
"Target has entered the building"
"They are crossing the fifth avenue, five minutes till they reach your place," Panda warned.
"Roger that, going radio silent, catch you in the next job," Jack said, turning on the thermal scope and and setting aim at the center of the hall where Josephine would start his speech.
"That much confidence huh? Alright, see you later, Ghost"
Panda disconnected the line while Jack's stop watch began to vibrate.
"Long Live the free nation of Belgian"
Jack heard Josephine's voice through the speakers in the hall and aimed his cross air at the head of the red figure in his thermal scope.
"Twinkle, Twinkle, little star!"
The moment he said the word star, he pulled the trigger, and boom, a sound like a watermelon exploded echoed through the hall.
*During what I thought was just another mission...*
*Another day to earn some sweet million grands while clearing the world of scum...*
However, before even he could let a proud grin after his excellent bullseye, his whole world around him turned white and he heard a sudden ding sound in his head.
*Who knew...fate had other plans...*
[Ding, System activated]
Memories of Jack's life started flashing before his eyes, especially the painful ones. Memories from his childhood, the losses he had experienced in his life, the memories that turned him into the "Ghost."
Then, other images entered his mind: vast mountain tops, grand temples, lush greenery everywhere. Images of a Jack, another Jack and yet another Jack.
There was even a beast with the head and body of a lion, wings of a dragon and scorpion headed tail.
He could tell every Jack there was him fundamentally but the memories just weren't adding up.
'What is all of this? These aren't my memories! They don't even look like they're from my world!'
Flashing back and forth were memories that Jack could tell were clearly his, interspersed with unfamiliar ones. Intense pain pulsed in his head, sending shockwaves through his body, until Jack's eyes snapped open once again.
"Why... why am I in pain? My neck hurts, and it feels like... I can't breathe!"
As his vision sharpened, it seemed to dim simultaneously. Eventually, a pair of bulging eyes became clear, staring right at him. Now, he recognized the sensation of fingers clenched around his throat.
*I was transported into the body of a boy...a beast if you like...tho here, he was labelled as a freak- the golden-haired freak*
*I tried my best to endure the pain and hardship, all the bullying, discrimination that came with this body as I fully accepted this as my new self, but not the fate*
*I had reached breaking point and that was when I realized why I had been labelled a freak, I was something beyond human*
Looking at his assailant, Jack saw what looked like a little teenage girkl with a bloodied face. But it wasn't just her, everywhere he looked there were little teenagers all around him, fighting each other.
*I decided to fight back, eventually finding myself under the tutelage of a man who called himself "The Master planner", Muzan Kibutsuji*
The fighting didn't look like it was going to stop until everyone was dead so Jack had no choice but to join in the mix and fight back.
*Though, we, I and the other 999 children in his 3 year death academy called him "The Master." At the end of the third year, I alone remained standing as the other 999 either committed suicide or were killed by my own two hands*
*I was the Master's favourite, and continued to be even as a member of the "Death Soldiers." I was so dedicated to the work that I earned titles for myself, "Jack The Ripper", "Ghost", "Hollow Ninja" and many more*
*But I had a single defect, I couldn't use mana, I was completely manaless, but my physical attributes were way above the limitations of what a human could do*
*All this coupled with the few exclusive techniques the master thought me and of course a special surprise, my very own system, made me one of the most dangerous men in the whole of Suicide City*
*But even that didn't last as the system, fate too, maybe, had other plans...*