A figure stood above a building, gazing down at a vast kingdom below. He wore a fox mask and a fur-coated cloak.
His name was Vayric, a member of an organization of highly skilled assassins. Today, he was tasked with a new mission: to eliminate a powerful politician. He was currently in the kingdom of Vanguard on the ninety-first floor.
Vayric took out his black fox mask, his purple eyes scouting the area. The roads were busy, even on nights like this, there were still people everywhere. This was not going to be an easy mission. Or so some would think, Vayric wasn't like other assassins. If anything, he wasn't even an assassin—he was just someone who killed people for the right amount of money.
Vayric did not care about being sneaky or quiet—he cared about making himself known. He wanted to be badass, and Vayric smiled.
"Jackpot."
Vayric walked off the edge of the building he was on and began falling, reaching toward his waist and unsheathing a black katana.
"I miscalculated where I would land, a simple mistake, and an even simpler fix!"
Thought Vayric.
Before he knew it, Vayric was only centimeters away from the ground. Vayric landed on a small shop on the side of the road, filled with watermelons.
Everyone turned their gazes, and they saw Vayric standing up, covered in watermelon juice. All his clothes were completely stained, the rain was able to wash most of it away, but he still looked like a tomato.
"See this, mortals! You may think I am covered in watermelon juice, but you are gravely mistaken. This is… uh—this is actually the blood of… wait… give me a second!"
Two knights with swords in hand began running toward him, and Vayric smiled.
"This is the blood of those knights!"
Suddenly, Vayric disappeared, and in the next instant, the two knights were sliced into three pieces. Blood sprayed like a fountain, and Vayric stood beneath this fountain.
Everyone began to run as more knights started to charge toward Vayric. He smirked. "I do not have time for more playtime with you! I must assassinate my target and head home to indulge in some sandwiches!"
A total of ten knights were decapitated in an instant, their heads rolling across the ground. Vayric glanced back, a smirk still etched on his face, before disappearing without a sound.
Inside a lavish restaurant, a man in a red suit sat at a table, a half-filled wine glass in front of him. He took a slow sip, his eyes closed as he spoke with confidence.
"The new laws will make sure the wealthy become wealthier. Isn't that just perfect?"
An unfamiliar voice responded.
"Interesting. So, how are these new laws going to affect the bread prices?"
The man's eyes snapped open, and his wine glass nearly slipped from his hand. Everyone else in the restaurant was dead, their bodies slumped in chairs or sprawled on the blood-soaked floor, and the walls were streaked red.
Vayric sat across from the politician, sipping his wine as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Before the man could react, his head was severed, rolling lifelessly to the floor.
Vayric propped his feet up on the table, taking another sip.
"Ten gold coins for this… Wonder how long that'll last me."
Suddenly, Vayric heard the creak of a door opening. He turned to see two metal robots step inside, their movements precise and fluid.
"Puppets?"
he thought, narrowing his eyes.
Vayric stood, gripping his katana tightly as he pointed the tip at them.
"What are you?"
The room fell into silence, unanswered. Without hesitation, Vayric dashed forward, his speed breaking the stillness as he slashed at one of the robots.
The moment his blade made contact, it shattered.
Before Vayric could react, one of the robots seized him by the neck. In a flurry of movements, it began punching him repeatedly in the face. Blow after blow landed, relentless and unyielding.
After what felt like twenty strikes, the robot delivered a devastating punch to his stomach, sending Vayric flying across the room.
Vayric wobbled to his feet, wiping blood from his lips with the back of his hand.
"Is this part of the job?"
he muttered, smirking despite the pain.
He raised his shattered katana high, his voice steady.
"Darkness Consumption."
In an instant, darkness engulfed the room, tendrils of shadow curling and weaving through the air. The oppressive gloom seemed to give Vayric the upper hand—or so he thought.
Before he could react, a sharp glint sliced through the void, and pain erupted in his right shoulder. He looked down in horror to see his arm severed, blood pouring onto the ground.
Vayric collapsed, clutching at the wound as his breathing grew ragged. He crawled backward, his confidence replaced with raw panic.
"Wait—wait! You can't kill me! I'm the main character… If you kill me, then everything will just disappear!"
His voice trembled, but the puppets advanced, their cold, unfeeling presence ignoring his plea.
One of the robots tilted its head, its mechanical voice cold and precise.
"We aren't going to end your meaningless life. Our master has a purpose for you."
Vayric grinned despite his dire state, blood dripping from his mouth.
"You let your guard down!"
He lunged forward, but before he could act, a metallic blade extended from the other robot. In one swift motion, his remaining arm was severed.
Vayric collapsed face-first onto the ground, his laughter strained but unbroken.
"This… this is still all within plan!"
he muttered, struggling to push himself up.
With a desperate surge of energy, Vayric leaped toward one of the robots, jaws wide open. He bared his teeth, aiming to bite into the unyielding metal body.
One of the robots tilted its head, its mechanical voice cold and precise.
"We aren't going to end your meaningless life. Our master has a purpose for you."
Vayric grinned despite his dire state, blood dripping from his mouth.
"You let your guard down!"
He lunged forward, but before he could act, a metallic blade extended from the other robot. In one swift motion, his remaining arm was severed.
Vayric collapsed face-first onto the ground, his laughter strained but unbroken.
"This… this is still all within plan!" he muttered, struggling to push himself up.
With a desperate surge of energy, Vayric leaped toward one of the robots, jaws wide open. He bared his teeth, aiming to bite into the unyielding metal body.