Prologue

"Anything else my Lord," a servant cried hitting the hard tiles with his forehead. A young and handsome man got up from his seat. He looked around and saw no one but the servant.

"Are you talking to me?" The young man said with a cold face. The servant's mouth could not talk after those words. He raised his head up slowly. Cold sweat ran down from his chubby face. "Yes.. sir," he shivered.

The young man looked at the servant disgusted. The servant quickly hit his head against the tiles. He could hear footsteps coming toward him.

"Thump thump"

The servant's head was sore from overthinking. What will he punish him with this time. Well this guy was in need of the money of the king so he worked as a slave. "Older brother...."

The slave's face was stunned. He hasn't heard those words since 3 years ago. "You shouldn't treat me like a monster, you are still my elder so I shouldn't treat you like a servant. Please stop this servant act," the young man's face was filled with tear after saying that.

The servant raised his head up slowly. He was hit by his little brother's words. He smiled while hugging his brother. All that 3 years of working in the big house just to hear these words.

"Haha... I can't believe you fell for that you slave," the servant felt a boot on his shoulder. "I mean all I had to say was big brother and your already hugging me servant. I couldn't care less if you're older than me as long as I'm the top of the table you can't do anything"

"Bam"

The young king lost his balance as he fell on the concrete tiles on his back. The servant had enough with the king's trash talk. "I may be a servant to you brother but that doesn't make you have the power to disrespect me like this. Mom and dad made a mistake making you the king instead of me," he said clenching his fist.

"You punched me," the king was stunned" Guards!! Kill him immediately and bury him in a place where no one goes." Four tall, mascular man got into the room holding spears. The servant stood in a battle stance. When three of the guards were heading to the servant, the other guard said," Think before you go to this man, he was trained by the best martial artist in the world back in the days."

Before they could even think "bam" the first security guard was down cold. The servant didn't use such qi or Chinese arts. He was using skill instead of physical strength and the anatomy of a human body. Knowing the weak points in your enemy would be considered a fair advantage. Therefore it was smarter using skills instead of physical strength.

"Bam"

"Dammit! This guy is everywhere, he didn't even move but he already defeated two of us. Even with my experience, I could not compare to this skill," the chief guard gritted his teeth as he became angry. He ran straight to the servant. 'He's just standing there, maybe he is planning something. Gotta act fast'

The guard took out a gun from his gun pocket but it was stuck. He looked at the gun pocket for a second and took out the gun.

"Bam"

The guard fell down dead on the ground as the king and the remaining guard watched the servant descend from above.

"Come on man, you are not just going to put your life on the line for the king. He will just use you as a peasant," the servant said with a straight face. The guard shivered as he was sweating from all the pressure. "I live to serve the king and I'd rather die than destroy that pledge," he said. The servant looked down in disappointment. It's not like he expected anything more. "Well then I shall put you ou..."

"Swish"

"What's happening to me, it's like there's something on my shoulders. I'm so weak. I can't even feel my legs"

"This is where our chapter ends, goodbye brother," the servant heard a whisper from his right ear but he didn't bother looking at his brother.

He used his last bit of strength to look down. His expression changed as he saw a spear pierced through his stomach creating a hole.