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Reborn As The World Traveling Female Assassin

Xzavier Resnik lived a boring life. After getting off the bus, he walked with his friend towards his apartment since they lived next door to each other, but when a slit emerged across his neck, he clutched his neck and fell to the ground. Thud! When he turned his head to the left, he saw a woman with black hair and beautiful red eyes peering at him from a tall light pole before fading away, as a pool of blood formed beneath him before he lost consciousness and died minutes later. … Xzavier woke up perplexed since he felt different and knew that he should've died, so he went looking for a bathroom as he wanted to get a look at himself in the mirror. When he entered the bathroom and looked in the mirror, he saw a woman with black hair and beautiful crimson eyes, which immediately reminded him of the woman he had seen before he lost consciousness. "I’m in the body of my killer." —- Discord Server: https://discord.gg/hqJrcdgr I don't own the cover; all credit go to the creator.

Reacix · Fantasy
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86 Chs

Preliminary Rounds (9)

"What is a pretty girl like you participating in a tournament for the strong? Shouldn't you be at home learning the art of tea and etiquette with your mother?"

She ignored him and walked away from him.

He took her actions as acting arrogant and shouted, "Little girl, I'm talking to you! You should know not to be so arrogant in front of someone who is strong! Unless you want to die!"

Ayla still didn't care and continued walking away without looking back at all.

'This woman is far too arrogant for her own good! I'll break a few of her bones so she'll never be so arrogant in front of the ones that are truly strong. When I'm done breaking her bones, I'll take her to my house and have fun with her body and keep her to myself.' The man thought. A lustful grin emerged on his ugly face as he dashed towards the woman, with his mace raised above his head.

When his mace was about to hit the back of her head, she disappeared.

*Boom! A small crater formed where the mace hit the paved road.

Ayla emerged behind at head level, kicking out with her right leg, aimed for his neck.

*Bang!

The man's head got kicked off into the air like a cannonball—the rest of his body fell to the ground seconds later.

Ayla landed softly on the ground a few feet away from his corpse and looked at it. 'I might've kicked too hard, oh well. He deserved it.'

She entered the shadows appearing within her room in the Sakura Inn.

Meanwhile,

In a ring on the other side of Kamakura city were two samurai fighting, one clad in blue and grey kimono and the other in a red kimono. They were both competing against each other, clashing swords against swords for them to gain each other's bronze token.

It was a stalemate. Both of them were injured and tired, but none of them were injured to the point they could no longer fight. They were focused on each other, not daring to look away for a second, since if they did—the battle could end within an instant.

The one in red held his tachi that was covered in his fire attribute spiritual energy—on the other hand, his opponent held his katana that was enveloped in his water attribute spiritual energy. They were equal in strength and spiritual energy, putting them into a stalemate that would determine if fire is stronger than water and vice-versa.

When they were about to clash again, a flying object came at imaginable speeds and smacked into the side of the red-clad samurai's head.

*Bang!

*Crack!

The flying object exploded on the spot, whilst the red-clad samurai skull was smashed to pieces from the sheer impact, killed within seconds.

Everyone was shocked and frightened, as all they saw was the red-clad samurai about to clash again. Then, the next second, blood and bone splattered all over, with the red-clad samurai's head being as flat as a popped basketball.

The object that exploded on impact was none other than the head that Ayla had kicked off of the man with the mace.

Within the Sakura Inn, Ayla was in her room, lying flat on her bed, wearing a yukata that was black with silver floral patterns at the edges, as she stared up at the ceiling, looking at her status, when suddenly...

‹Ding! Host has killed a level 3 being. Host has leveled up by 1 level›

'I'm in bed, how the fuck did I kill someone.' Ayla frowned in confusion as this made absolutely no sense to her. 'I don't get it, but I gained a level, so that's all that matters.'

She glanced at her stats:

‹User: Ayla›

‹Race: Black Dragon›

‹Level: 573 -> 607›

‹HP: 64,200/64,200›

‹Magic: 61,700/61,700›

‹Strength: 51,400 -> 54,800›

‹Agility: 53,600 -> 57,000›

‹Stamina: 52,500 -> 55,900›

‹Magic›

‹Demonic Magic, Destruction Magic, Draconic Magic, Shadow Magic, Hellfire Magic, Dream Magic›

‹Skills›

‹Dark Dragon Aura, Shadow Mimicry, Esoteric Darkness Manipulation, Night Vision, Mirrored Pain, Spatial Flight, Darkness View, Shadow Mutilation, Draconic Weaponry, Shadow Stealth, Darkness Healing, Shatter, Disintegration, Darkness Solidification, Shadow Constructs, Calm Mind›

‹Resistance Skills›

‹Magic Resistance, Fire Immunity, Poision Immunity, Shadow Immunity, Demonic Immunity, Destruction Immunity, Draconic Resistance, Seduction Immunity›

‹Innate Succubi Skills: Masochism, Life Force Absorbtion, Supernatural Beauty, Dream Constructs›

(A/N: The innate succubus skills aren't completely innate with her not being a succubus.)