Underworld's Chosen Like None Other

New Tyrant

Warren tested its gifts, shadowboxing in the dim light. His movements were fluid, deadly, like a predator’s. He pressed a thumb to his bruised ribs, instinctively finding a pressure point that dulled the pain. The ring’s knowledge was real, but so was its hunger. The whispers grew louder: Dax. Hargrove. Victor. End them..

Warren clenched his fist, silencing the voice. He wasn’t a killer—not yet.

That night, alone in his cell, Warren wrestled with the ring’s pull all through the night. Its gifts were undeniable—strength, knowledge, a chance to fight back. Though, he didn't understand this unfamiliar power yet.

But every step toward Victor risked losing himself. Rachel's betrayal, the twins’ stolen love, Caleb's absence—they fueled his rage, but also his humanity.

Could he claw his way out of Blackthorn, expose Victor, and still be the man who’d once tucked Sonia and Samson into bed? The ring didn’t care. It wanted blood, and Warren wasn’t sure he could resist its call.

The next morning, the yard felt different. Inmates gave him a wider berth, their instincts picking up on the aura the ring casted over him. Even Hargrove’s smirk faltered when Warren passed.

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"Have you guys heard? That demon will finally be released today!" an assasin who single handedly wiped out 65 man navy seal team whispered in a gossipy tone inside a hall where thousands of prisoners were eating their breakfast of rock-hard bread and half cooked beans.

As soon as the inmates around this person heard him, their eyes widened with astonishment, and they trembled with disbelief before gaping.

“How— how true is that?" asked a legendary scientist, who had once used an entire town's population for his zombie experiments, his mustache trembling with excitement and anxiety from the news.

“I am hundred percent sure” The assassin replied with confidence. “I overheard the warden discussing it.” He added.

“This…” the breathing of everyone around the assassin quickened and a rare excitement began to fill them as they sighed in huge relief.

It was as if the most terrifying demon haunting their lives was finally going to be removed.

But what sort of demon could that be when themselves were also demons?

Right at the moment a lifeless head fell from above.

Thud! Rolling and blood sprinkling from it and staining wherever it rolled down.

Warren sat at the edge, with the rings photographic memory ability, he could tell whose head it was. It belonged to a twenty year old hacker who hacked a nuclear project and various satellites.

No one cared. Things like this happened every day that they've normalized it.

"He probably got into someone's black note", Warren thought.

Astonishingly enough, it wasn't only the assassins group that was excitedly discussing the topic of the demon leaving before the lifeless head interrupted, but rather, every single person in the vast hall.

Just at that moment, a calm, distinct footstep echoed, and as though the arrival of a scary entity, the massive space fell into pin-drop silence.

Everyone quickly lowered their heads with terror and focused their entire attention on biting into their frozen solid rock bread.

One might expect a fearsome figure to be behind such a terrifying footstep. However, it turned out to be a tall, 23-year-old man who appeared lean and harmless. He was very handsome and elegant, with a gentle demeanor, yet, what stood out most about him was his delicate appearance, which gave the impression that he wouldn't be able to handle a common chicken. But his aura was out of the world. Each gaze, his eyes, foot step spoke volumes of a professional assasin.

His eyes radiated murder and blood.

His foot steps can't be heard.

It takes years of practice to master the rhythm walking assasin technique to conceal presence and he does it effortlessly at such age.

He was the king of the kings in the prison. Everyone feared him. The most lethal and dangerous man on earth.

Aside from that, the young man appeared very lazy, but his eyes said something entirely different.

Warren could sense his murdererous aura flying over the rough, the two men behind were just as dangerous as him but not equally as him. They were his butlers even before they got sent here to Blackthorn

Noting the terrified expressions on everyone’s faces, as if a death angel had arrived, the young man smiled wryly.

“Aren’t you guys celebrating a second ago that I'm finally leaving?” the young man, Killua of the deadliest and most famous assasin family asked speechlessly.

By the mention of the zoldyk family, everyone bows, killua was the successor and rumor has it that he willingly surrendered so he could take out a target in blackthorn. The former kingpin of Blackthorn, he reaped his heart off without breaking a sweat.

Unfortunately for him, he has been unable to escape. Three months down the line since that incident,it seems some strings has been pulled for him to be released.

If he couldn't escape, who could?

The prison had a rule, if you can escape, all your crimes will be erased and despite that, no one, not in history has been able to escape. The record remain untouched. Everyone who tried escaping either died in the process or hugely unsuccessfully.

When his words dropped, every inmate trembled in disbelief. He just confirmed the rumor himself.

"Master Killua!" The most dangerous criminals to ever grace the earth stood and shouted in unison like soldiers saluting their commander. None of them dare get into his bad side, except they risk being killed.

Among all the hundreds of inmate standing up and paying their respect sat Warren, unaware of what was happening. He didn't give a fuck about Killua, he had heard rumors about him and this was the first time he has actually seen him and according to his ring analogy of the formidable killua, killua is not as powerful as people assume he is,

However, Killua was no ordinary person.

Trained to kill since he started to crawl as a kid. Went through inhumane training , trained by his father the ultimate killer to kill, and as such no one dared pick a fight with him. He was the most dangerous, no one lived to tell the story after challenging him.

But there Warren was, unbothered.

"You brat! You just signed your death warrant", one of the buttlers spoke loudly as he dashed at him at supersonic speed, his hands covered in hardened aura to reap Warren's heart apart.

Bam!