"Please! Spare me! I'll do anything you ask—just let me go!" The man's voice trembled with desperation, his body shaking as he pleaded for his life.
Craige grabbed his jaw, forcing the man to meet his deathly stare. His grip was like iron, his presence exuding nothing but menace. "Now you're scared? Like some pathetic rat?" His voice dripped with disgust. "Did you really think I'd spare you after you dared to threaten my sister?"
His fingers tightened, nails digging into the man's skin. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, Craige clenched his fist. "Clench your teeth," he snarled. "You're about to taste your own filthy blood."
Just as he was about to deliver a devastating punch, a powerful force stopped him mid-swing. An enormous, suffocating aura filled the air, one that screamed danger. Instinct took over, warning Craige that whoever stood before him was not to be underestimated.
The man before him was tall, towering over most. His posture exuded strength, his stance calculated, his presence overwhelming. The sheer speed and force with which he intercepted the attack made it clear—this man was the strongest opponent Craige had ever faced in this body.
"How dare you lay a hand on my friend?" the newcomer growled, his voice laced with fury.
Craige narrowed his eyes, scanning his opponent. There was nothing more dangerous than a man who fought with both rage and composure. This one was pissed, but his focus was unwavering. He wasn't just some brawler acting on impulse—he was a predator waiting for the perfect strike.
A smirk played on Craige's lips. "Then why don't you wake up that idiot and ask him yourself?"
Before another word could be exchanged, the man lunged. His fist aimed straight for Craige's stomach, cutting through the air like a bullet. Craige's instincts screamed at him to move. He twisted his body just in time, dodging the strike by a hair's breadth. But this guy wasn't just fast—he was relentless. A swift kick connected with Craige's foot, disrupting his balance. The moment he staggered, another blow came crashing into his face, sending him flying into the nearby wall.
Craige let out a sharp exhale, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.
"Oh, fuck," he muttered under his breath. "This guy is no joke."
The attacks didn't stop. His opponent pressed on, each strike calculated, each movement precise. Craige barely had time to block, his arms growing sore from absorbing the relentless onslaught. He was fast, but his enemy was faster. Stronger. More dangerous.
"KILL THAT FUCKING BASTARD!" a voice screeched from behind them. It was the idiot who started all of this, his face contorted in blind rage.
Craige's opponent smirked, already seeing his victory unfold. He had the upper hand, after all. But Craige's expression twisted into something else—something wild. A madman's grin spread across his face.
"Bingo," he murmured.
With a flick of his wrist, he drew two knives from his belt. His fingers curled around the hilts with practiced ease. In a blur of motion, he launched forward, aiming straight for his opponent's vital points. A sharp gasp filled the air as the man's body went rigid. He barely had time to register the attack before his legs gave out beneath him, and he crumpled to the floor, unconscious.
Craige exhaled, rolling his shoulders. He wasn't built for raw power, not in this body. But when it came to handling weapons, he was untouchable.
He wiped the blood from his lip, glancing down at his fallen adversary. "Tch. Not so tough now, are you?"
After the fight, Craige turned his attention to the unconscious fool who had caused the commotion. Without hesitation, he stripped the man down to his undergarments and left him there, abandoned in the alleyway. Satisfied with his work, he swiftly made his way back to school, eager to leave the battlefield behind.However, as he stepped onto campus, he was met with an unexpected sight—Yuan was waiting for him. Relief flooded Craige for a brief moment, but it quickly turned to unease when he noticed the wary expression in Yuan's eyes.
"Let's talk," Yuan said, his tone firm, his gaze unwavering.
Craige hesitated but eventually followed him. They walked in silence until they reached the empty school field, where no one else was around. The air was tense, thick with unspoken words.
Then, Yuan broke the silence. "You're not our brother, are you?" His voice was sharp, cutting through the quiet night. "Who are you?"
Craige felt a momentary urge to lie, to brush it off, but he knew better. Yuan was sharp, especially when it came to his brother. There was no fooling him.
With a sigh, Craige dropped his guard, his expression shifting to something more serious. "I suppose there's no point in hiding it from you," he admitted. "The truth is, I'm not your brother. I possess his body."
Yuan's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't speak, waiting for Craige to continue.
"My real name is Craige they called me Sun."
The moment the name left his lips, Yuan visibly tensed. His entire demeanor changed, his breath hitched, and his expression darkened with shock and disbelief.
"You're Sun?" Yuan's voice was barely above a whisper, yet it carried the weight of horror. "The bloodbath assassin…?"
Craige nodded. There was no need to explain further. Sun's name alone was enough to terrify even the bravest of men. He was infamous—a shadow of death, a figure whispered about in fear. His name had shaken the world, spoken only in hushed tones due to the sheer bloodshed he had left in his wake. He had massacred and killed countless people, his legend written in blood.
Yuan swallowed hard, struggling to process what he had just heard. "That's impossible," he muttered. "You're just a rumor. There are dozens of people claiming to be Sun. How do I know you're telling the truth?"
Craige—or rather, Sun—sighed. "I understand your doubt. But I assure you, I am the real one. The true Sun."
Silence stretched between them. Yuan's mind raced. If this was true, then his real brother… was gone. Banished. And now, in his place, stood one of the most dangerous men in history.
"I know it's sudden," Craige's continued, his voice softer now. "Your brother is gone, and I can't change that. But I can promise you one thing—I will protect you. Because whether you accept it or not, you're my family now."
Yuan clenched his fists, struggling with a whirlwind of emotions. His brother was gone, and in his place stood a monster. And yet, this monster was offering him protection?
Craige's met Yuan's gaze, unwavering. "If you ever need someone taken care of, just say the name." His voice was steady, cold. "I'll do it. No questions asked."
Yuan shivered. He wasn't sure whether he had just gained a powerful ally—or sealed his fate in blood.