Ever since he could remember, he had been living in a place without a future. There were many children like him, climbing mountains during the day and learning various assassination skills, until one day.
The steward told them that only fifty people were qualified to survive.
Hundreds of people stood in the vast field. In order to survive, former companions took up their knives and attacked their companions.
He was lucky to survive the chaotic and bloody battle.
At that time, his only thought was to survive. To survive, he had to learn various methods of killing with one strike. He studied intently, practicing repeatedly, not daring to slack off for even a moment.
After fighting again and again, facing opponents that were stronger and stronger each time, he survived and became the strongest among that group of people.
He is like a killing machine, without thoughts, without life, without anything.
His only belief is to live.
He escaped death time and time again, was assassinated time and time again, and walked out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood time and time again.
From an unknown bronze killer, he gradually became the top killer in the organization.
When he learned that his superiors wanted to kill him and use his life to frame an important official of a certain country, he pretended to know nothing.
He just wanted to live.
Why couldn't they fulfill him?
He killed the eight deacons, causing the person who had been hiding behind the scenes to issue a kill order against him.
As soon as the killing order was issued, all the killers came straight towards them.
The endless killing made him feel that he was still alive.
The warm blood let him know that he was still alive.
He thought his life would go on like this until one day he was killed.
Until that day, eighteen top assassins surrounded him, killing him until he was numb and unconscious. The only thought in his mind was to survive. When the last assassin died under his own knife, all the strength in his body had been drained.
He left in a daze, not knowing how far he had gone, or when he fainted.
Although he escaped from their clutches, he was also seriously injured. On the way to escape, he met a mother and son.
That was the first time he met them. When he saw her for the first time, he felt that she was very special and different from all the women he had ever seen.
Normal people would run away in fear when seeing a bloody person, but neither the mother nor the son had a frown on their faces.
Every woman who sees his face will be attracted by his appearance, but there is no emotion in her eyes, as if his face is ordinary.
He hated the admiration and greed in the women's eyes when they stared at his appearance.
One day, a person saw his face with a gaze as clear as water. That gaze entered his eyes and was imprinted in his heart unconsciously.
He thought they were just passers-by in his life, and never expected that they would meet again when he was at his most embarrassed. It seemed that every time he met them, he was always so embarrassed.
They once again offered their help, never questioning his affairs, and certainly not using their kindness as a threat. This was the first time he felt pure kindness, unadulterated by profit.
He didn't know what warmth was.
But, I tasted it in them.
He had never experienced what it was like to be moved before.
But, it appeared from them again.
What is throbbing? It is her hands pulling him out of the abyss little by little. It is she who makes him see the light. It is she who makes him feel the warmth of home that he has never had before.
He wanted to stay quietly by her side until old age, until the end of death.
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