Prologue

A speck of light moves through the vastness of the darkness.

That is a speck of light that will go unnoticed; it appears to be midway between life and death.

However, at such a bright point, there is a mental existence, the Origin of life and death.

Because only origin may have natural contact without being annihilated by this brutal yet lifeless world.

Even yet, he was still seeking a path.

Silently, he felt the traction of what appeared to be nothing.

When he died, the origin of life disappeared, and life reappeared after the origin of death.

There is no such thing as a sinful universe. Because this Damn planet was a Sin to begin with.

What about the God who has never displayed emotions since birth? Without it, everything would be meaningless.

The Assassin's job, on the other hand, had a task for the feeling-less him. Raised by the organization since birth and growing up while killing people. He performed all the authority told him to do and acted like a Weapon.

Even on his deathbed, he was never allowed to die peacefully because the organization's authorities decided his death and executed him without his consent.

His perception was obvious, at least until he died. He longed to be reborn as a human with feelings, rather than as a tool or weapon. The bridge between life and death was filled with reliving in his mind and the various incidents that had occurred, from the first time he knew he was alive.

There was one thing he was certain, even if he'd been reborn, the phrase "World" meant "nothing without threats."