King of Assassins
Chapter 1: Return
Taarastra Complex, Northern Icefield, Underground Secret Training Base
The small room contained only a bed and a table, the furnishings exceptionally simple. The bare, iron-gray walls seemed stark and oppressive.
On the table sat a small paper cupcake, the only thing in the room that offered any warmth.
Commander Devrath, seated on the bed, rolled a piece of paper into a stick, then inserted the small paper stick into the paper cupcake.
A satisfied smile appeared on Devrath's aged face, as if he was quite pleased with his paper-rolling skill.
He said to the young man standing in front of the table:
"Varin, today is your eighteenth birthday. From today onwards, you are an adult. You can leave the training base and officially serve the organization."
Devrath said with some emotion:
"I still remember when you first came—you were only six years old. You were the most talkative, always chattering away. I always thought you wouldn't last long. I never imagined you would actually survive the hellish training. Congratulations."
"It's all thanks to your guidance, Commander."
Varin was an exceptionally handsome young man. His smile was like the autumn afternoon sun—clean and radiant, full of charm.
Even Devrath, despite his extensive experience, had to admit that this young man was indeed unparalleled in his handsomeness, and the clear, ethereal quality in his features was almost divine.
Plastic surgery could alter a person's appearance at will, but it could never achieve this kind of effect.
The organization injected the young men with Celestial Gene Serums, cultivating them through a "Gu" raising method, making them fight each other to eliminate the weak.
Through this method, the young men continuously evolved and mutated. For example, Varin's evolutionary direction was quite peculiar; his appearance constantly approached perfection, possessing extraordinary charm.
Varin was so talkative, and his abilities were only average. He probably survived until today largely due to his extraordinary charm!
Devrath also had to admit that his favoritism toward Varin was influenced by the young man's charm.
This special charm was particularly effective in interpersonal interactions. It was more valuable than being an ordinary assassin.
The organization would not let a special talent like Varin be a frontline killer. This boy would surely live a long time. He had a bright future ahead.
"You will be leaving the base tomorrow to officially serve the Rakta Dev Order," Devrath said.
"We've been master and disciple. I hope you rise steadily and, if you get the chance, you can look after an old man like me in the future."
"Commander, you jest. You are an Elder of the Rakta Dev Order—how could it be my turn to look after you?"
Varin said with some emotion:
"I remember very clearly: a total of six batches, twelve hundred people, and in the end, only a few dozen remained. If it weren't for your care, Commander, I would have died long ago. How could I have possibly passed the hellish training?"
Devrath nodded, very satisfied with Varin's attitude. This young man was usually annoyingly talkative, but when it came to saying nice things, he said them exceptionally well.
He then sighed deeply:
"Hell training is extremely cruel, with only a 4% survival rate."
The Rakta Dev Order spared no expense in its "Gu" raising method. However, such a high elimination rate made Devrath feel a bit emotional.
More than ten years had passed, and finally, their efforts had not been in vain. This batch of young men had grown up, each with unique abilities. They would become the backbone of the organization in the future.
Look at Varin—only eighteen years old, yet when speaking of tragic past events, his expression was calm and serene, without any emotional fluctuations. This was truly a good assassin.
Devrath put away the emotion on his face and said calmly:
"Only with strength and ruthlessness can one control one's own destiny."
He then gave an example:
"I remember very clearly, during your trial when you were fifteen, there was a girl of exceptional talent—I think her code was 006, her name was Anira. If she hadn't blocked a sword for you and given you her healing potion, how would she have died?"
"Yes, Anira was too soft and sentimental."
A hint of recollection appeared in Varin's star-like eyes. For him, that event had happened a very, very long time ago—so long that he had almost forgotten it.
That bright and gentle girl... died right in front of him from excessive blood loss.
He couldn't even remember the girl's exact appearance now, only that when she died, she held his hand tightly. Both their hands were covered in blood—sticky and intertwined—yet he couldn't hold on tightly enough.
That feeling of being unable to grasp anything would often wake him up in the middle of the night.
And the girl's eyes, slowly dimming as she died, were like an extinguished flame, leaving behind only cold ashes.
Cruel, cold, and ugly death was permanently imprinted in the depths of his soul that day.
"Life cannot be relived. In our line of work, it's even more important to make decisions carefully and calmly."
Devrath, wanting to show goodwill, unusually shared many of his own insights.
"Commander, what if life could be relived?"
Varin suddenly asked:
"For example, if you were to return to eighteen, would you still walk this path?"
Devrath waved his hand dismissively.
"Such a hypothetical is meaningless. Time can never be changed, and life can never be relived."
Varin said seriously:
"Commander, if you could live again, would you be an ordinary, common person, or would you continue to be a cold-blooded butcher?"
"What did you say! How presumptuous!"
Although Devrath wanted to show goodwill to Varin, he could not tolerate such nonsensical and rude remarks.
As the head coach of the underground base, Devrath held the power of life and death within the base.
Even if Varin had passed the hellish training, in front of him, he was just an insignificant pawn. He had no right to be so presumptuous.
Devrath's old face darkened, his triangular old eyes with their drooping eyelids staring intently at Varin.
Varin was not particularly capable, but he was one of the few intelligent people in the base. For him to be so bold, there must be a reason.
Devrath was cunning and shrewd. While he shouted loudly, he calmly observed Varin in his mind.
Varin smiled slightly.
"Unperturbed by change, unangered by insult, profound and calm—Commander, your eighty years of cultivation are truly remarkable. You are indeed a good role model for your disciple."
Devrath remained silent. The more arrogant Varin became, the more surprised and suspicious he felt.
Varin was just a mere third-level warrior. What confidence did he have to challenge him, a seventh-level expert?
Devrath extended his senses. There was no one else in the room, and he didn't even detect any human presence outside.
Could there be a bomb buried in the room? Was Varin trying to die with him?
Devrath felt that given Varin's personality, he wouldn't do something so drastic. Furthermore, Varin had no means of obtaining high-power explosives.
"Commander must be wondering why I would suddenly seek death by provoking you."
Devrath's bewildered and cautious demeanor made Varin smile even more broadly.
"Commander, I already told you. I've been reborn, so I want to change my destiny and live a different life."
"Oh, where did you get reborn from?"
Devrath was even calmer now. He didn't mind Varin's mockery and instead inquired about the details.
"I was reborn from a hundred years in the future, so if you count my age, I'm even older than you, Commander."
Varin sighed as he spoke:
"Unfortunately, I couldn't bring back my immense power. Tsk, tsk..."
"Reborn from a hundred years in the future?"
A complex look appeared in Devrath's old eyes. He really wanted to take down Varin right now, but he also wanted to hear what kind of nonsense the young man could come up with.
He asked:
"Varin, what is the future like a hundred years from now?"
"I'm not Varin—that was just a number you gave me. My real name is Varin Kaal."
Varin corrected Devrath, then slowly said:
"A hundred years from now, the myriad races of the galaxy are at war, and humanity is on the verge of extinction. It's truly a tearful story."
Varin then said with some relief:
"Fortunately, I was reborn and lived again. Even if the worst situation arises, I can still live for another hundred years. Fate has been kind to me."
"Is that so...?"
Devrath seemed to want to ask something else, but he suddenly spread his arms slightly, and his aura energy erupted around him.
His gaunt, aged body, like a predatory hawk, fiercely lunged directly at Varin Kaal.
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