Rhok!That was his name for as long as he could remember, a vivid memory slid into his consciousness against his own will. But he was familiar with it already.His grueling past. Made an orphan by war and kidnapped to become a toy that could be replaced. Or so his seniors had thought.But he survived. He refused to die no matter what they had done to him. They had taken his emotions. His dreams. Aspirations and most importantly. His humanity and identity.His name was Rhok for as long as he could remember. It was the only name he had been called.And he was an Assassin.His eyes flew wide open and he tried his best to control his breathing. He felt beads of sweat drip to the sides of his face. He was drenched and exhausted.That dream always had that effect on him.He sat up on the bed and looked to his right. Laying beside him was a beautiful well curved woman and she was undressed.Rhok licked his lips. He had never forgotten why he was here. For business but he decided to take a l

Rhok could feel nothing. He wasn't sure why he could, but he knew he wasn't dead. Not really. He also knew he wasn't alive.It was a weird sensation. Neither dead nor alive but conscious enough to know this. He flickered his eyes open and saw nothing.Well, this wasn't surprising to him. It's what he has always imagined death to be. A null endless void that would slowly eat at his soul, he would perish in loneliness for all eternity until his ran mad and slowly faded into nothingness.'So much for Heaven and Hell,' he thought.But he felt like doing something, he wasn't sure that he could, but floating around doing nothing didn't suit his persona.He righted himself up and stood. To his surprise, he was standing. He was still blind enough to not see anything.He rubbed his eyes furiously and blocked furiously, but nothing. There was no reflective surface or light to bounce off rays of light into his eyes, Thus his blindness.He took another step forward and was amazed at how firm the

Ten years later.Rhok stood in front of a well, gradually he pulled water from the well. Behind him were shouts of training.“Harder!”“Faster!”“More precision. Lower your body and maintain defenses”The other bastards of the Lord were training. Well, they weren't bastards, but Rhok preferred to call them by that.He gazed at them with deep violet eyes and instantly saw their weaknesses. He scoffed a little and turned his attention back to the well.He wasn't allowed to train. His mother, San was a maid. A servant of the Vale family and as such she had no noble blood. The others, on the other hand, had mothers who came from prestigious families.He glanced at the other bastards once more, his eyes met with one who sat in the ground. A girl.He couldn't quite remember her name, but he knew she was less of a bastard than the rest were. In the house of Vale. Only swordsmen were made. It was the only skill that was given preference above all. And the girl who locked eyes with him had n

In the depths of the cave. Monsters, goblins, and Ogre's alike stumbled about confused. Something moved among them, reaping their lives as though it meant nothing.The thing that haunted them couldn't be seen. Heard. Or felt.It was an unknown, a force they had never had the chance to reckon or understand. Although these monsters had a lick of intelligence, it was barely enough for them to comprehend what was happening about them.And as such, they did what any feral beast would. They ran in confusion.Rhok smiled as he slid out of a small crevice in the wall. He materialized himself and let out a puff of breath. He could see his perspiration.It was damn cold in the cave. Or maybe it was just this section, but he couldn't be too sure. He was running out of time.Rhok spread his senses outward as he had done above the chasm. He needed to know the layout of the cave if he were to kill each and every one of them.He couldn't risk getting Diarrhea. Somehow that scared him more than Mana

Its death was instant.As the light faded from the eyes of the Ogre chief, it seemed as though something stirred within the minds of the other monsters at the cave.As though they felt his death, but were pleased by it.The goblins began moving in different directions, without form or an inclination as to wherever they were.They looked confused.And then it clicked to Rhok. It was mind control.He had killed the Chief, freeing them all from the hex he had put them under.[CONGRATULATIONS][YOU HAVE SLAIN THE OGRE CHIEF]'Huh?'[NEW ATTRIBUTE ACQUIRED][ASSIMILATION]'Wait wait, what's going on?'[ASSIMILATION ALLOWS YOU TO PICK A RANDOM SKILL OF THOSE YOU HAVE SLAIN.][WOULD YOU LIKE TO TRY IT?]Rhok looked at the system while he hid in the shadows, he was out of mana, weak, drenched in his sweat and had no way of escaping.'Yes, damn it.' He cursed.[ACQUIRING SKILL…][MIND CONTROL. ACQUIRED.][SKILL ALLOWS YOU TO CONTROL THE MINDS OF ANYONE YOU'RE STRONGER THAN. RESISTANCE IS FUTIL