The 10th

The 10th dimension

This place is not exactly a place, to begin with, it is a concept without the word concept, outside of conception and outside of existence

In this non-conceptual place, a mechanical voice resonated everywhere with a blue and goldish haze illuminating everywhere

[Assimilating....]

[New candidate found, authorization....]

[Autho...ERROR!]

[OVERIDED!]

[New skill obtained, Eternal Transcendence]

[ERROR]

[ERROR]

[ERROR! Side effect, loss of emotions]

[ERROR>>>><<<]< p>

[Skill conflicted, side effect canceled]

[Side effect found! Absolute Impassive face]

[ERROR! NOT AUTHORIZED! ...]

[Side affect found! Demonic Heart]

[ERROR! PLEASE ST-]

[Soul transmuted and assimilated, authorization completed]

[transporting.....]

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Two hours ago

"What are you doing? Ahhhhhhh!" A slender man with a black suit and black trousers walked out of the elevator wiping some blood off the silencer on his Glock

The man merely smiled at the lady before shooting her and everyone around him

"Everyone calm down! No need to panic, I am a specialist!" The man had a reassuring smile while shooting at everyone with his Glock

This was undoubtedly a smooth hitman or assassin that did a job here

Logan Voltaris who had just completed his assassination of a Saudi Arabian official walked calmly toward his car while shooting at anyone who saw him

this was going to be his last job for a while, he wanted to get a good break out of this as he had already gotten enough savings for his goals

this hit job was a good amount of five million euro, it was all worth it for a good break

getting in the car and making sure all was clear, Logan sped down the path and headed toward the airport

"Ahhh, another hit well done" Logan's soft voice replied to himself while signing a humming tune

it had been almost forty years of the grueling work that he had done to get a living off a job and utilize his skills

Logan's father taught him how to handle a gun and some martial arts when he was young, his father was a marine and Navy seal

having his father teach him in the early days, Logan had a natural talent for fighting and gun handling, he had practically learned most of the best martial in his early years

the father and son had each other, as unfortunately a year after Logan was born his mother died in an accident driving home

ever since then his mind and determination were sparked to a whole new level making his abilities soar and that made him the ultimate hitman/assassin

Mob bosses, gang leaders, political leaders, and all sorts of clients soon contracted him for various jobs and hits to do

honestly, he thought it was very fun to do sometimes, while other times it turned into a whole ordeal

parking his car into the lot and heading towards his plane, he saw the long line of people and took out his phone

scrolling through he could see various news articles on the news outlets

the luminescent light from the phone shut off in a few seconds from the lack of battery power and lay blank

right then from the black and blank screen in the mirror, a woman of similar stature to Logan sat next to him and brought out a book called "Faith without Reason"

the cover was red and gold with the painted words in bold white, opening it and reading it, the woman smiled on the first pages while flipping it

"A good book that is, I recommend The golden lotus for your next read," Logan said to the woman to him, the woman smiled and looked at him

"Yes, these types of books are always calming" The woman replied looking up to the sky, bringing out a pen, and writing something in the book

"Wisdom is always there when you need it, it is eternal and calming" Hearing the woman Logan merely smiled and shook his head

"D3, Open!"

Logan looked at the woman and shook her hand before pulling away and heading toward the place to board the plane

thirty minutes later entering the corridor of the plane and taking his seat, he glanced outside his window overlooking the airport

this airport was huge and had tons of planes landing, it was currently night, and for him, it looked very good

resting his head in the cushion he brought with him and closing his eyes, it would be a few hours before they arrived in the UK

the plane started to go from the runway and go at a faster speed, it ascended and went up into the clouds.

it was a turbulent and gracious ride as Logan opened his eyes to see the clouds overhead with the flaps and wings of the plane overlaying them.

the sight of going on top of the clouds and staring down at them was a good sensation and experience for him every time he did it

Logan raised his hand at the passing lady who was with a cart full of beverages and food items, getting a Coca-cola and a sandwich

eating the food and beverage items it was a good meal that made him fall asleep for the rest of the duration of the flight

the flight would be from Saudi Arabia to the UK as that was where his operations base was located, it'd be six hours before they arrived. The cash grab from this last job of his would make him live a life of peace and luxury in a good mansion, it was time for a much-needed break from his hits.

six hours later the plane descended from the clouds onto the Manchester airport, it was still night as when they boarded it was barely eight in the afternoon

the lights were blinking on the flaps and the runway and they finally landed, it was a land that woke Logan up and made him pack before seeing through the windows

Logan smiled and waited for the plane to start disembarking

"Please stay seated for disembarkment!" One of the male flight attendees announced through the intercom

Logan gazed through his window and noticed a guy with a shawl coming in the direction of the plane, his shirt looked like there was something in it. the man stood a few yards away from the plane and not even the loading docks noticed him

he pulled out a metallic red-looking thing from his jeans, his sights set on the plane, and shouted something indistinct

seeing the man Logan could barely hear what the man said, although in his heart he had a nagging feeling of dread

"MUHHHANDMAD!" The man's face turned pure red as he squeezed the red button, his whole shirt lighting up

Logan looked out from the window in pure horror and looked at it, closing his eyes

"BOOOOM!"

Moments later the plane exploded in a flurry of flames and ash, all its people gone and snuffed out of life in that very moment

smoke rose from the sky alerting everyone of it, police and firefighters rushed to the scene while crew people also rushed to get there

this would be the day a hitman and assassin had died on a now-arrived plane, ending the life of a hitman who spent his forty years killing

you would think this would be when the story ends and everyone leaves, well no, while all the other souls departed onto heaven or hell

Logan was forcefully snapped out of the grasp of the gods or the rules of this universe, his soul traveled in a whole second somewhere entirely different....