For as long as I can remember, I didn't know who my parents were!

My peers in the same village bullied me and regarded me as an alien, "mongrel", "coward", "monster", these words ran through my childhood, even the butcher who fed me just treated me like a slave, and I never felt cared for by anyone.

I hate them!!

Bullied, I saved up a sum of money and left the village for the big city of Stratholme.

I began to try to find my own path, but then even greater misfortune ensued.

I met a merchant named Ernest who introduced me to a sheriff named Pascal, I thought it was the meeting point of my fate, but I didn't think about it, but it was the beginning of the abyss...

The men ransacked all my money and threw me into a dark, damp basement. There, there were many deceived peers of my age, and I saw in their eyes despair, numbness, and dead silence like puppets.

There I felt hunger, cold, darkness, even more than before!!

They coerced me into wearing armor and made me fight wild beasts with my bare hands to satisfy the selfish desires and curiosity of the nobles. Behind the laughter of those nobles, it was I who silently licked my wounds.

Fighting those beasts is like walking on the tip of a knife, and if you are not careful, you will put your life in it.

As I fought each other, my skills matured, but perhaps because of the loss of spectacle in evenly matched combat, the vicious Pascal began to put me fighting against the more brutal beasts, and in the end, he even tied my hands and feet, leaving me alone to face a two-headed ogre who was more than twice my height, and that time, I almost felt the gates of hell beckoning to me!!

I started trying to escape...

Clever I thought of a perfect plan, and I began to incite desperate peers who were trapped here, with a fate like mine, to escape. As I thought, when I told them about the plan, their eyes lit up as if they saw the hope of life.

One night, after the guards were drunk, I quietly opened the cage in the basement with the stolen key. They followed my plan, took up arms and armor and fought back, trying to win their lives by defeating the garrisons.

And I, taking advantage of the chaos, quietly crawled out of the sewer...

I don't know what happened to those people.

Maybe it's dead.

But... I never cared about their lives!!

I started running frantically through the forest, but unfortunately, they quickly caught up with me after dealing with the stupid guys.

After I tried my best to defeat a big man, I gradually realized how strong the other side was, and I had no chance of winning in front of their regular armaments and weapons.

Soon, I was crushed to the ground by them, my face touching the cold, damp ground. They insulted me in every way, beat and scolded me, and even tried to unload my hands and feet to vent their anger!!

Just as my heart was shrouded in despair, a blue light appeared, and a figure saved my life and my destiny!!

In my astonishment, the old man, dressed in a black cloak, sewn from crow feathers on his shoulders, and holding a wooden staff, almost effortlessly banished the men with ice and fire, and later I learned that the miracle was called magic...

"Poor child, I feel the magic element surging strongly in you, would you like to be my student?" said the old man with a smile as he looked at me after driving away the butchers.

"I do!!" almost blurted out.

At this moment, in order to take revenge on those executioners, I am willing to serve any power that can save me!!

Later, I became the old man's apprentice...

I was taken to a tall tower that sat deep in a gloomy and desolate forest, a deserted place overgrown with strange trees and rocks.

And I studied magic right there.

My talent for magic seemed to be very high, and I could imitate almost all the lessons the old man taught. Among them, I am particularly outstanding in the talent of frost magic, perhaps because of my cold personality.

About a year after studying magic, he took me to a city full of magic, where the architecture was strange and beautifully decorated, and everyone seemed to be accustomed to magic.

There, with the high expectations of my teacher, I began the certification examination for magicians.

High Mage!!

My grades were not in line with my age, which shocked the instructors who assessed me on the spot! You must know that some of the teachers who assessed me were over forty years old and were only intermediate mages.

My outstanding results also made the teacher very happy, probably he has never had a student as good as me.

When he returned, he even gifted me a rune dagger and applied ice magic to the sword himself so that I could use it more proficiently.

I can feel that the teacher's expectations for me are increasing day by day!!

But gradually, I became disgusted with the boring magical training day after day, and I felt lost in the magic bottleneck that I couldn't break through for a long time, and I began to try to find some more "shortcuts".

By chance, I found a book in my teacher's library, with a black cover on which I recorded magic that I had never seen before, not of frost or of fire, and that it was a wonderful realm that I had never explored!!

As if I had discovered a new land, I began to secretly learn the spells of the Black Book, which were violent, simple and direct, and far more terrifying than all the magic I had ever mastered.

Over time, I became more and more obsessed with it and became fascinated by the power of magic.

But the good times didn't last long, and the teacher finally found out about it!!

He angrily accused me, and even to this day, I vividly remember his distorted face and trembling shoulders from anger. Since that incident, he has been disappointed in me and has seen me as an anomaly.

I was overwhelmed by his angry scoldings, and in the end, I chose to leave the tower where I had lived for nearly two years.

Later, I began to travel across the continent and in the process tried to find the powerful forces that had fascinated me!!

But in the end, there is only a full load of disappointment!!

However, the process in the middle was not for nothing, I did not hesitate to buy the news of the black-hearted merchant named Ernist, and successfully tortured him to death, and then, the thrill of revenge quickly eroded my soul, and I couldn't wait to find another person who brought me pain in the first place, only in this way, can my desire be satisfied!!

However, the sheriff named Pascal seems to have disappeared from the world, and there is no trace of him, and I have searched the entire eastern continent, but I still can't get any news of him!!

Bored, I returned to Stratholme, and by chance, received a mercenary mission and joined a mercenary group.

However, it was such a mercenary mission without any difficulty, but I was overjoyed, the magician, Xue Huan, showed me a kind of magic, and that magic was not the same magic that I had been looking for, but it never came to fruition?

I almost went crazy about it!!

Just as I was about to arrest the magician named Xue Huan, torture him severely, and get to the bottom of it, another shocking news completely stimulated my sensitive and fragile nerves...

......

"Sir!"

Tagley looked puzzled, and softly called out to the distracted black-haired man in front of him, he really couldn't figure out why his client would set the location of the joint in the furnace ash manor, such a dark and quiet ghost place!

Although he was an Assassin himself, he didn't like these dark places with a rancid smell outside of work.

"Well, I'm listening. ”

Soyle, who came back to his senses, coughed a few times to hide his distraction, and he said coldly: "Are you ready?"

"Uh... No problem, sir. ”

Despite that, Soy could clearly see the hesitation and worry on the young Assassin's face.

But also, after all, this time he is going to assassinate, but it is a big man. The man named Bathrath was only thirty-nine years old, but he was favored by the Chancellor of the Exchequer Emir by virtue of his outstanding political achievements and the huge wealth he brought to the Lordaeron Empire, who was directly promoted to deputy.

With his excellent wealth management skills, he is affectionately called "the gold mine of Lordaeron" by the Empire, but perhaps only a small group of people, including Thoyle, know him by another name - Pascal!!

That is, the sheriff who opened an underground gladiatorial arena to seek personal gain, oppress and brutalize himself!!

My past is filled with endless pain...

Today, everything else is boring to me!!

Revenge is the only belief I can live in!!