Revenge

The moment I stepped through the Blood Red Door, I was engulfed in a swirl of crimson light. A strange sensation washed over me, as though the very fabric of reality was bending to accommodate my passage. When the light faded, I found myself standing in an alleyway shrouded in darkness. The air was crisp and carried the faint smell of city pollution—a smell I hadn't experienced in decades.

I was back on Earth.

For a moment, I stood still, letting the reality sink in. The sounds of distant cars and the occasional bark of a stray dog reminded me just how alive this world was, so different from the eerie quiet of the Moonlit Agency's realm. But I didn't have time to dwell on nostalgia.

The System's chime pulled me from my thoughts.

Mission Update:

Location: Earth

Time Remaining: 24 Hours

Objective: Track and eliminate your target.

I instinctively reached for the items the System had granted me earlier. The monocle was the first thing I examined. A sleek piece of technology, it glinted in the dim light of the alleyway. When I placed it over my eye, I felt an odd hum of energy.

Monocle Activated:

Identity Concealment: Prevents anyone from recognizing your features.Enhanced Vision: Detects weaknesses and pressure points in targets.

I smirked, already impressed. Next was the assassin uniform. It felt lightweight yet sturdy, its fabric strangely cool against my skin. A quick stretch revealed its utility—my movements felt more fluid, and I could sense an underlying boost to my strength and reflexes.

Assassin Uniform Equipped:

+25% Speed+30% StrengthNoise Suppression: Reduces sound by 80%.

Finally, the knife. I unsheathed it, the blade gleaming faintly even in the dim light. When I ran a finger along the edge, I felt the slightest resistance before it nicked my skin. A drop of blood fell, and I quickly realized the blade was far sharper than any conventional weapon.

Basic Killing Knife:

Can cut through steel with ease.Enhanced durability: Never dulls or breaks.

"Seems overkill," I muttered, but I wasn't complaining.

I turned my attention to the final item: the tracking compass. It was small, no larger than a pocket watch, and its needle spun erratically before settling in a fixed direction.

My breath caught as I realized where it pointed. It was time to confront the man who had destroyed my life.

The compass led me through the winding streets of the city, its needle unwavering. I passed towering skyscrapers, brightly lit storefronts, and alleyways teeming with shadows. Every step brought me closer to the culmination of three decades of suffering.

As I followed the trail, memories of my so-called best friend flooded my mind. His laughter, his promises, his betrayal. The poison he'd slipped into my drink before the fight, the look of smug satisfaction as I collapsed in the ring—all of it replayed in vivid detail.

The pain of those memories fueled my determination.

Finally, the compass stopped spinning. I stood in front of a lavish suburban home, its pristine lawn and glowing porch lights a stark contrast to the darkness I carried within.

"He's done well for himself," I muttered bitterly.

I adjusted the monocle and donned the hood of my uniform, my identity completely concealed. The System provided a silent confirmation that I was ready.

New Objective: Infiltrate the target's home and eliminate him.

I approached the house silently, my enhanced abilities making every step soundless. The knife felt reassuring in my hand as I moved through the shadows.

The front door was locked, but a quick scan from the monocle revealed its weak point. A precise strike from the knife severed the lock, and I slipped inside.

The interior was luxurious, filled with the kind of wealth my betrayer had undoubtedly accumulated over the years. My jaw tightened as I imagined the life he had lived while I languished in that nursing home.

The sound of a television drew me toward the living room. There he was, lounging on a leather couch with a glass of whiskey in hand. His once youthful face was now lined with age, but the arrogance in his expression hadn't faded.

For a moment, I just stood there, watching him. A part of me wanted to savor this moment, to let him see me and realize his doom. But the System had warned me: hesitation could lead to failure.

I stepped forward, the knife gleaming in the dim light.

Suddenly, he turned, his eyes widening in shock.

"Who—" he began, but I didn't let him finish.

With a swift motion, I brought the knife to his throat. He gasped, his hands clawing at my arm, but it was too late. The blade cut cleanly, and he collapsed onto the couch, his blood soaking into the expensive leather.

Mission Complete:

Reward: 10,000 Moonlit Coins, Experience Points, Title: "Avenger of Betrayal."

As the System confirmed my success, I felt an unexpected wave of emotion. Relief. Satisfaction. Closure.

I stared down at his lifeless body, the weight of thirty years of pain and rage lifting from my shoulders.

But as the adrenaline faded, a new realization settled in. This was just the beginning. The Moonlit Hitman Agency had given me a second chance—not just at life, but at purpose.

I turned and walked out of the house, the night air cool against my face. The System's chime echoed in my mind.

New Mission Available: Return to the agency to prepare for the next contract.

A faint smile played at my lips as I vanished into the shadows. The legacy of the Moonlit Hitman Agency had begun anew.