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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_ · สมจริง
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276 Chs

Psychopath.

[AN: R-18 stuff]

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After a few seconds, the brown-eyed man grabbed the blooded kitchen knife that was tossed on the bed before crouching in front of the man, whose dick was split in half.

"..... Say,"

"Where is your father?"

"!!!!??" The blue-eyed man shuddered as he hummed in horror.

STAB-!

"UURRRRRMMMHH!!!!" He screamed in agony when his thigh was stabbed by the psychopath.

"You shouldn't deny to answer the question when you know your assailant doesn't really care if you die, don't you think?" The psychopath asked in a bone-chilling tone then he slowly twisted the knife while glaring into those blue-eyes while the former's brown-eyes didn't even flinch.

"You killed my father, raped and killed by mother and little sister when I didn't even know what "rape" actually meant; and now, when I am capable of finding you, kill your bodyguards, fight with you in close-range even when you had a weapon on you, and even win against you...." The psychopath mumbled while staring right into the man's blue-eyes.

"You still want to act stubborn?"

"You are a son of a bitch that has lived licking your father's ass all his life, while constantly walking behind him at all times.... Do you really think, I, who followed you as you walked into this love hotel with your father, wouldn't know which room your father is in?" The psychopath asked in a soft mutter.

"GAAAA!!!" The blue-eyed man screamed when the knife was stabbed deeper into his thigh.

"Well, bad luck if you don't want to talk." The brown-eyed man shrugged as he back up and took out the handgun tucked in his pants, behind his back, while the blue-eyed man shook his head vigorously; who knew where all his vigour came from?

[Synchronising.....16%]

CLICK-CLICK-!

BANG-!

"Headshot!"

*

Ken knew that if he removed the gag, the blue-eyed man, Eddie Martin, would have unhesitantly revealed which room his father, Frederick Martin, was fucking in, but

"..... As if I would want to hear his answer." Ken mumbled under his breath as he walked up the red lights filled stairs while its surroundings was filled with the funny scent of sex.

"Move aside, you whore...." He cursed at the woman, who was excitedly getting her ass pounded from behind while the upper half of her naked body hung on the railing which he was using to climb up.

"Anh~" She moaned loudly as she pushed herself back weakly and made way to Ken, but grabbed him by his waist when he was about to pass by and began to unzip his pants, hurriedly.

SLAP-!

"Aaaannnnnhhhgg~" She exclaimed in delight when the man pounding her slapped her ass before he held her elbows and pulled her back, making her tits jiggle at Ken's face while the woman's head had arched back due to the pleasure she was experiencing.

"Good job, you son of a man-whore, your woman must be lucky." Ken mumbled and gave a thumbs up to the man, who strangely grinned in response, while Ken began to zip his pants; maybe the man didn't understand Ken's words as pleasure made his mind numb or whatever, but that was the first time Ken saw somebody grin when he cursed at them.

SLAP-!

"ANH!!!" The woman screamed at the mix of pain and pleasure when Ken slapped her boob and climaxed as he began to climb up.

[Synchronising.....23%]

Upon reaching the topmost floor which was only for the VVIPS where only two rooms existed, with both of them booked currently.

The one on the right was for Eddie Martin, who was dead, while the left one was for Frederick Martin. The VVIPS here could request virgin women, who have sold themselves for their desperate need of money. They, the hotel managers, would even kidnap those who interested their VVIP customers upon request, while the latter can decide the method to use them, either for money or drugged if denied.

Four bodyguards.

A pair on each side.

Armed with firearms.

And bulky.

Maybe experienced fighters.

Analysing them, "Sorry boys, wrong floor.... My bitch was supposed to be somewhere on the upper floors." Ken muttered and retreated until the bodyguards were out of his line of sight and crouched so that they wouldn't see him.

"Hmm~ Hm, hmmhm, hmm~" He hummed as he took out the silencer from his pockets which he attached to his handgun, while humming an unfamiliar tune.

After he was done, he glanced up, and

"..."

There he saw all four bodyguards gazing down at him with amused smiles on their faces.

"..... What gave away?" Ken asked.

"Oh, nothing much. Like your blood stained shirt, or the trail of smoke raising from your still lit cigarette, or how the stairs have railings, through which pretty much everything is visible, and so on." Bodyguard no.1 responded with an amused grin.

"Hmm.... I should be careful then...." Ken muttered under his breath, pointed his silenced handgun at the bodyguard no.1 and pulled the trigger without an ounce of hesitation.

PANG-!

"!!!!" Eyes of the bodyguards no.2, 3, and 4 widened in utter shock, and before they snapped out of it, another pang resounded, killing bodyguard no.3 who was unable to duck in time, unlike bodyguard no.2.

[Synchronising....29%]

"Shit!" Bodyguard no.4 cursed under his breath, grabbed his handgun and pointed at Ken, who rolled to his side to dodge the unsilenced bang, which lingered throughout the whole hotel, except for the VVIPS rooms.

After the roll, Ken kneeled on the metal stair and pointed his gun at the bodyguards and pulled the trigger twice, both of which missed the mark and hit the railings instead.

Shots were fired by the bodyguards too, but Ken dodged them as he rolled down the stairs, uncaring for the metal stairs' banging on his backbone.

After he sensed that he reached the lower floor, he manoeuvred and kneeled with his gun pointed at the stairs which had a pair of black suited bodyguards rushing down.

PANG-!

The shot Ken fired hit the bodyguard no.2's calf as he was rushing down through the gap between the stairs; making both bodyguard no.2 and 4 fall, with the latter upon the former.

WHISTLE~

".... I am not into gay porno!"