Fate is an interesting concept. Some believe it, Some become slaves to it. Some try to escape the very shackles of fate. I was a slave to fate. I wanted to create my fate, I wanted to be the one who controlled myself. I died trying to achieve that but I was given a second chance to create my fate. I transmigrated into the body of Sam. An unknown kid with a little mystery of his own. This is the story of Sam, a single soul who died trying to escape his very fate. He was given another chance in an unfamiliar world. Where he has to survive with little to no information. A place where magic and dungeons are real and at every turn something is trying to kill him. Was I given a second chance or this is a big game of fate or am I a pawn for another entity? I didn't know but if I'm given a second chance I will create my fate. Let's go on a rollercoaster ride with Sam, a single soul, who's battling his mind and fate in an unfamiliar world where magic is real and dungeons are alive with secrets. As he tries to find his way through his mental maze. ***************** Hey guys author here. This is my very first story. I took inspiration from many novels. There will be mistakes here and there but I hope you will like it. I will try to create a unique story for you all.
Fate is an interesting thing. Some say your fate is already decided before you are born and some say if your will is strong enough you will create your fate. For me, it was the first...
"The People Who Live In Heaven Have No Need To Think About Those Who Live In Hell But The Person Who Lives In Hell Thinks Of Heaven Every Single Second"
I was born in a hell that exists on earth. Pain is the only thing I know as far as I remember. I was born as a slave, Trained to be an assassin.
I had no will or thought of my own. I did what I was told nothing more nothing less.
At the age of 5 where children's At the age of 5, children typically engage in activities such as playing with toys, learning basic motor skills, exploring their surroundings, and starting to socialize with other children. I was fighting for food daily.
At the age of 5, I was forced to join "Silent Serpents" an assassin organization that kills high-profile targets. I was taken to a war camp along with hundreds of children similar to me. Every day we are trained with knives and guns and then thrown on a battlefield to hunt.
We had to kill you no matter what.
For every person we killed, we would have one day's worth of food... If we killed thirty, a month's worth... If we kill three hundred, a year's worth of food.
We had to kill everyone for the sake of survival.
By the time I reached 18. I was the sole survivor among the hundred children. I didn't even have a name I was simply called 046. That was my call sign or name until I died.
By the time I came out of the camp, I had killed more than 3660 people. I became the best among the assassins. I always finished my mission no matter what.
I was sent to kill many targets from high-ranking politicians to presidents to Royal families. It never mattered who it is from children to women to elderly.
I killed presidents and social workers who are doing significant work for humanity. I had no remorse for any of them.
I did terrorist attacks as I was told. I was slowly losing my sanity as time passed and more I killed.
Before I knew it I became one of the worst human beings that walked on planet earth.
In 30 years I killed more than seventy thousand people directly or indirectly.
As I became one of the worst human beings on earth, I became the most powerful assassin in "Silent Serpents".
I had no remorse for the people I killed.
In 30 years I did as the organization told me solely because I wanted to be free I wanted my thoughts. I wanted to live without the shackles that bind me to the organization, I wanted to have my name.
Oh boy!
How wrong I was about that matter. The moment the organization found out about my thoughts I became a traitor. I was being hunted by everyone on earth.
The organization used me as a scrap goat. Turned me into a leader of the ESS a nutritious terrorist organization.Now I'm being hunted by every police force, every military force around the world.
Now I'm at a crossroads.
In The Jungle Area...
Under the crystal blue sky, three elite squads, led by Lieutenant Reynolds, Captain Rodriguez, and Commander Anderson, embarked on Operation Silent Vigil. Their target, a highly trained terrorist and an assassin with a taste for chaos. They know that the assassin is well aware of their impending arrival.
"Eagle One to Alpha Squad, maintain radio silence until we reach the rendezvous point," Lieutenant Reynolds commanded, his voice a steady reassurance in the tense atmosphere.
As the soldiers stealthily moved through the forest, Captain Rodriguez briefed his team, "Bravo, this adversary is no ordinary threat. Assume he knows our playbook. Move with precision, and be ready for anything."
In The Command Center.....
Commander Anderson monitored the operation, acknowledging the heightened risk he said "All units, the target is expecting us. Execute the mission with lethal force remember it's a shoot on sight operation."
The compound loomed ahead, and the soldiers breached it simultaneously.
While the soldiers are breaching...
'I had already anticipated their move. They are coming to kill me with everything they have. I'm also prepared I'm not going down that easily. I survived in this hellish world until now. I will survive this no matter what.'
I had already prepared a lot of bombs around the jungle and the compound. I just need to detonate it, kill them and escape after that I will think about what I need to do.
A long standoff happened between three highly trained groups of soldiers and the most powerful assassin began.....
Bang!...Bang!.....Bang!....Bang!....Bang!
The sound of guns firing awakens the entire jungle.
As the soldiers were coming I was shooting at them using different corners as a cover both me and the soldiers put up a formidable resistance.
But I have a big advantage. I know this compound. I have already anticipated their every move.
Soon the lovely green forest became a battlefield with the sounds of gunfire and tactical maneuvers echoing through the jungle.
Soon the soldiers started advancing. I'm outnumbered and outgunned.
That's probably what the soldiers are thinking.
As the soldiers are getting closer then...
Boom!...Boom!...Boom!...Boom!..
Suddenly the sound of bombs going off around the soldiers can be heard.
When the bombs were going off I managed to evade the soldiers and escape leaving a trail of fallen soldiers.
The mission going so close to success has gone to the brink of failure. Commander Anderson gritted his teeth, grappling with the harsh reality of an adversary who had eluded his grasp and killed his soldiers.
At the command centre, The Commander direct the operation and orders the soldier
present there.
"Get me a UAV in the area"
UAV vision is shown on the screen in the command centre. The jungle has turned into a battlefield and a single man can be seen trying to escape the area in a vehicle.
"Get me a jet in that area now!"
The commander's order is heard loudly.
At The Same Time...
F*ck!
I managed to shake them off my tail for now.
I need to escape and hide. I got into the car and drove off at full speed.
In The Command Center.....
Commander: "Warthog, this is Command. You're cleared for CAS mission grid Charlie-Bravo-342. Single hostile reported, over."
Pilot: "Copy, Command. Warthog is en route to grid CB-342. Confirming visual on hostile, over."
Command: "Affirmative, Warthog. You are weapons hot. Updates on enemy positions are being relayed. Good luck, over."
Pilot: "Roger, Command. Warthog is weapons hot, standing by for updates. Let's get this done, Warthog out."
Pilot: "Command, this is Warthog. Visual on hostile confirmed. Initiating strafing run on target. Standby for results, over."
Command: "Copy, Warthog. Execute with precision. Updates on enemy movement will continue. Good hunting, over."
Pilot: "Roger, Command. Commencing a strafing run now.
'brrrt!....brrrt!.....brrrt!'
Target neutralized. Confirming one kill. Any additional threats, over?"
Command: "Well done, Warthog. No further threats were reported. RTB for debriefing. Mission accomplished. Over and out."
At that time...
When I was driving off I heard a unique noise.
Brrrt!..Brrrt!...
Before I knew it the vehicle alongside me was destroyed in seconds.
In that split second, only one thing came to my mind.
"Sh*t! I didn't expect this"
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High above, the unmistakable roar of an A-10 Warthog pierced the sky. The aircraft swooped in, its lethal payload targeting me in an attempt to escape in a car. The forest echoed with the thunderous roar of the Warthog's cannons, bringing a swift end to me.
As the fire settled, Commander Anderson received the bittersweet reports.
The mission had incurred heavy losses, but justice was served with the A-10 Warthog's intervention. With this Operation Silent Vigil concluded under the sky.
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Darkness is the only thing that can be seen around and a voice can be heard.
"Huh! So I died. Death is different from what I imagined. I can't move. I'm simply drifting in this darkness."
"Isn't the devil supposed to come and get my soul but there is nothing? How long I have been drifting here."
I was a tool until I died. I was kidnapped when I was young I don't know what my parents look like nor I don't remember my name only my number is remembered as 046.
I guess, I'm going to hell. I didn't live a good life I alone directly or indirectly killed more than fifty thousand people more than any Individual people that walked on planet Earth.
I wanted to be free. I wanted to be the one to be in control of my life. I wanted to escape from my shackles. But I guess I can't do anything now. Simply wait for whatever is written in my fate.
I drifted in the darkness for an unknown amount of time.
Until a light pierces through the darkness and then.....