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The Blind Swordsman.

A tragedy... An abrupt departure... Death... And rebirth. Pain, rage, struggle, and blood honed a sword. A sword sharp enough to sever through reality and reveal what lies beyond. It unveiled something, Or rather, someone, incomprehensible and unprecedented.... A being who seems to weave the threads of fate. Does he truly exist, or is he merely a manifestation of another's will? If he does exist, what purpose does he serve? Is there really a purpose, or is it just another will imposed upon him? If it is another's will, can he defy it? Can he turn his sword against his creator, A being who literally writes his reality? Or will he be consumed by the abyss from which his power flows, Forever lost in the shifting void of his own making?

_Eshwar_ · 現実
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275 Chs

Jessica.

".... I am not into gay porno!" Ken yelled at the pair as he aimed and threw his empty handgun at the bodyguard no.4's head.

"Guackh!"

Ken skipped up the stairs in an instant and reached the pair, grabbed their handguns from their loosened grips, aimed and pulled the trigger, killing them in an instant; after which he merely climbed up on their bodies and reached the topmost floor again, ignoring the screams resounding throughout the entire love hotel.

[Synchronising.....35%]

He hummed as he neared the room on the left, where Frederick Martin was supposed to be. With a clink of the door handle, the door opened without a key and lead Ken inside, unceremoniously.

"Sorry, right room!" Ken exclaimed loudly, aimed the handgun and fired at the woman, who was being chocked while the man pounded from on top of her. From the expression of the woman, it was quite clear that she liked nothing about what was happening, and from the tears stains all over her bruised face, the mess in the room, what happened was quite clear, yet;

Ken's bullet showed not a hint of mercy or remorse as it pierced right through the woman's forehead, killing her on spot.

Yet, the sounds of wet flesh colliding didn't stop.

"Hmmm...." Ken gazed at Frederick Martin, whose mind was numbed to everything except sex. From the likes of it, it seemed like the woman would have died even if Ken hadn't killed her.

'Should I let him have a moment of pleasure before death?' Ken pondered and shrugged.

BANG-!

"It's not like I'm a saint of sex, who would grant him the moment of pleasure before eternal rest." Ken mumbled as the bullet he shot pierced right through Frederick's right forearm and buried itself in his torso, making the latter scream in anguish.

Frederick fell off the circular bed while screaming in agony, while his erect dick spurted his jizz on the red mood-setting ground. Ken walked towards the man, who was screaming in agony, gazed at him apathetically and fired the gun which was aimed at the ground.

BANG-!

"AAAAAAAAA!!!!!" Frederick screamed in horror and pain when his dick and balls exploded into chunks by the bullet shot by Ken.

"AAAAAA-"

BANG-!

"How annoying." Ken muttered as he walked out of the room after killing Frederick while noticing that his cigarette had dropped off somewhere. He sighed deeply, depressed about his lost cigarette, as he walked over the dead bodies of the bodyguards no.1, 3, 4, and 2, respectively.

"Ah! My love~" Ken muttered when he noticed his half remaining, still lit, cigarette on the ground of the floor he had rolled down to.

He picked it up and took a puff as he joyfully walked to the ground floor of the love hotel, and walked out of the backdoor, where 10 dead bodies of the black suited bodyguards were seen laying with their heads and limbs turned in the wrong way.

He stopped before jumping off the tall fenced wall, took out a diamond card of ace, threw it on the ground and jumped off, mumbling, "Stylish assassin had been here~"

[Synchronising.....47%]

At the dead of the night.

With a new pack of cigarettes in his pocket, a cold but handsome man walked towards the door in the fenced yard. His long-black hair was tied up in a bun, as strode with a cigarette held with his lips.

CLICK-!

"I'm home...." Ken muttered as he walked up stairs without removing his shoes. Walked into his room and made his way into the washroom, stood right below the shower and turned it on.

TISS....

"Damn.... Someone should really think of making some waterproof cigarettes....."

He threw his wet cigarette into the bin at the corner of the bathroom, removed his shoes with his foot, socks too which were moved to the side after they got completely wet. He removed his gloves, blazer, tie, pants, and his blood stained shirt and dropped at a side as he continued to stand beneath the cold shower.

[Synchronising.....64%]

He turned on another valve which made hot water pour down on him, since the cold water was already running, the temperature was hot enough to make it a comfortable bath. His torso, back, and arms had many blade scars, while his right shoulder, left bicep, left chest, and sacral were marred with bullet scars. Except those scars marring his body, he had extreme combat ready body with flexible and strong muscles.

The new scar was a diagonal (right-left) cut and a stab on his third ab, which he traced with his fingers before taking a bath while his skin twitched whenever water ran over the newer scars.

TAK....

Lights peered through the room's opened door as the hallway's lights were turned on while light footsteps of descending stairs rang in his ears, before the same sound sounded after a few minutes, but this time it was ascended the stairs.

The room's door creaked, similar sound of light being turned on sounded before a woman's face peeked inside the bathroom while Ken was taking off his boxers. He turned to gaze at the big, half-closed dull heather eyed and long honey brown-haired woman's sleepy head peeking at him, the woman's gaze wandered on his body for a few seconds and halted at the new stab wound.

"Wanna give a hand?" Ken asked as he made a jerking off action in front of his dick, as a smile crept up on his lips without him being aware of it.

[Synchronising.....67%]

The woman, Jessica, narrowed her brows at him, "Get your ass out here!" She exclaimed with a frown as she paced around the room, grabbing a new boxers as he walked out of the bathroom and stood on the mat, drenching it with the water trickling down on his body.

"Stop! Don't you dare!" Jessica cursed at him when he was about to take a step off of the mat.

"Yes, ma'am."

She rushed towards him with a towel and gently wiped off the residential water, handed him the towel and his boxers as she rushed out of the room, downstairs.

"... What a troublesome woman....." Ken muttered as he wore the boxers, walked over and sat on the reclining chair with the towel on his head.

[Synchronising.....72%]