A Mercenary.

There were alot of odd and dirty jobs known throughout the World, Some were for kidnapping, Threatening, Hijacking, Robbing and Infiltrating.

But those Jobs weren't for Mercenaries.

Mercenaries only have one specific job to do, And it is to assassinate the requested target.

Requesting for a Mercenary means, Wanting someone to get killed. Whether it'd be quietly done, Or publicly. It didn't matter, All there was to a Mercenary was to assassinate their perspective targets. That's how Mercenaries work.

Throughout the world, Whether it'd be North, South, East and West, There'd always be Mercenaries lurking. Mercenary Association branches were built across the globe and were known through connections within the Olympus, A Social Circle of Rich people.

Whatever Mercenary Association it was, Everybody wanted to get ahold of it and maintain a decent relationship.

But there was one Association who stood out among all of the Associations scattered throughout the world.

Due to it's Mercenaries being top-notch and genuinely skilled, An association which takes even the most impossible tasks given.

Through it's undisputed reputation of having the best mercenaries that had quite achieved several feats of what you could call impossible tasks, The M Association was known.

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Thirteen years ago, The M Association was founded.

Due to a tenacious individual who had sheer will, Immense focus and Extreme determination, The M Association's Reputation skyrocketed.

"For such a small association to grow rapidly."

"Well, It's all thanks to our Genius over there."

"Huh? That kid?"

"Yes, Among of all of those mercenaries in training, That kid exceeds them in everything."

As the grown-up man in an England custom-designed suit stared at the Kid which the man he was talking to pointed.

The young man which was seen from afar who's currently doing training amongst the others. He had a slender yet well-built muscles intact and had an emotionless expression which most of the Mercenaries have.

He had jet-black hair with wavy ends that mostly reached his shoulders and had black pupil in his unwavering eyes.

"To be praised by Alheim in such a young age, He sure is something."

The man, Alheim laughed. "Haha! He's totally out of this world. I can assure you that." He said.

"Well, Given to the request I'm about to give you. I hope to see if what you say is true."

Alheim smiled, "Well, Just try not to get surprised, My dear prince."

Then both close friends grinned at one another.

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March 4th, 2025. The Coronation day of the Eleventh King of England.

It was a bright sunny morning, The streets were busting with cheerful screams as crowds of people were gathered, Supporting the coronation of the new king of England.

Royal guards were scattered as they guarded a certain road on which where his royal highness would be passing.

"The Crown prince would be passing anytime now."

"I can't wait to see the Crown prince ascend to his father's throne."

Cheerful yet excited chattery was heard all over the place, Clamoring sounds occured as alot of people enveloped both sides of the road which the Crown prince would pass through.

Several minutes passed, A triumphant blow of trumpets occured, Followed by dazzling beats of drums mixing through the trumpet's glorious play.

"Look, The Crown prince!"

A tall white extravagant caravan like structure was being carried by a black car from up front.

Up on that Extravagant Caravan, A blemishing person who's specifically at his early thirties was seen waving towards the gathered crowds.

"All hail his highness!" As the people greeted the Crown prince on his arrival.

The Crown Prince smiled happily, "Thank you everyone! I promise to broaden my horizons and make our country flourish!" As he confidently said out loud with a gentle smile on his face.

"Woooh! We love you Prince Charlie!"

The Crowd continued cheering, As they adored the Crown prince who's being escorted by several royal guards while Sounds of trumpets being blown and drums being played followed.

While the Caravan slowly got dragged by a black car, The Crown prince continued his Perfect display infront of the cheering people.

But everything went silent when the Caravan reached half way towards their perspective destination.

*Bang!* As A bullet went straight to the Crown Prince's forehead penetrating through his brain and hitting the Royal guard's chest behind him.

*Thump* As both the Crown Prince and the Royal guard fell on the floor instantly.

Everything became silent for merely three seconds, Then Screams of fear totally enveloped the entire area.

Panicking people were running amok as they tried to escape the place, The death of the Crown prince was followed by alot of people dying due to an unexpected stampede occuring.

That was the day, When the Coronation instantly halted due to the Crown Prince's unexpected death Which the murderer had never been known nor got caught.

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*Ringgggg!* *Ringgggg!*

*Picks up.*

"Alheim, What can I say! I am truly astonished! To publicly killing the Crown Prince as I've requested made my entire plan go smoothly."

"What can I say Prince Carl, Nothing's impossible for our ghost." Alheim responded with a confident manner.

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Several days ago....

"Alheim, I plan on wanting to get my Older brother killed publicly on his coronation day. Do you think anyone here can handle it?"

"Coronation day huh... Hordes of Royal guards will be escorting the Crown Prince. Several will be placed in certain spots which Snipers would initially take. It'd be like 100% impossible to kill the Crown prince without getting caught or killed."

"Well I had a gist you'd say that. While some factions run amok hating the Crown Prince and the Royal family, It'd be the perfect opportunity for me to stand up after the Crown prince gets assassinated publicly. While the people argue in confusion, I'll be there to step out from the lime light and obtain their full support, While totally pinning the blame and removing the Factions that hate the Royal family. It'll be like hitting two birds in one stone. So you think someone here can handle it?"

"Well it'll be impossible for anyone. But not for him." As Alheim pointed towards the Young man.

"You really have high expectations for that kid. Are you sure he can pull off this kind of task without getting killed?"

"Ofcourse, I'm confident that he can take and finish this task smoothly."

"By the way, Who's that kid anyway?" Prince Carl asked.

"Oh him? He doesn't have a name. He said he forgot everything, Even his hometown, Family. Everything. We just call him Ghost."

"Ghost? Such a cool yet dangerous name."

"Well, Receiving the title ghost in our association means, You're the top mercenary afterall."

"Huh!? That kid!?" As the Prince yelled in a surprised tone.

Alheim quietly stared at Ghost from afar as the young man trained with the others.

"So, You're basically saying that he's the leader of all the Mercenaries in here? Am I right Alheim?" Prince uttered in a shivering tone.

"You certainly got it on point." Alheim smirked.

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Meanwhile back in the current date, March 5th, 2025.

"Approximately killing the Crown Prince Publicly in his Coronation Day, How dangerous could you get!?" As another mercenary excitingly said.

Mercenaries were gathered, Chattering around the young man they entitled as the Ghost, The leader of all the Mercenaries within M Association.

"He's totally a monster. I don't ever want to get on his bad side."

"This is nothing to get surprised about, Back when our Association was just founded, He immediately boosted our Reputation by Assassinating the Ukrainian President quietly."

"Yeah, Up until now. The Ukrainian President's body hasn't been found yet. People are in confusion whether he had just been kidnapped, Missing or he had already gotten killed."

"Well that's our Ghost for you! Haha!"

"Anyways, Today we'll be celebrating for Ghost's Accomplishment! The Prince really gave us a heartwarming amount of cash for the impossible task he had given."

"I'm sure Alheim's getting cozy right now, Hugging all of the money that the Prince gave. Keke."

"Hey, Ghost why aren't you saying anything?"

Ghost then held his head up and stared at the mercenary, "What do you want me to say?"

"Ugh, Nevermind. Let's just grab a toast!"

"Yeah! Everyone! Give our Ghost a cup of Vodka."

Then they all happily celebrated Ghost's Achievement.

And so, On that day. The M Association's Reputation continued boosting and got known as one of the Best mercenary associations that ever existed in this world.

The birth of Ghost An unknown Individual who wore a mask with imprinted Skull face in it, Became widely known throughout the world, Many have called him with different names. A devil, The Doom bringer, The Grim reaper and many more. But what truly differentiate him from other mercenaries was due to his commitment and sheer will. A mercenary which never derives his duties, Solely focuses on the task he was given.

Thus the Legendary Mercenary Ghost, Was known throughout the World.

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Returning to the Current date, The next day came, It was yet once again a bright sunny thursday.

Jenna cooking at the Kitchen, While Jasmine was at the bathroom taking her time.

James woke up and immediately got up from his bed.

He then went straight to the Kitchen and sat on the dining area.

"Huh? What's wrong honey?" Jenna asked.

James had unpleasant yet cold gaze on his eyes.

"Dear, I think I'll be needing to travel for some time. Is it okay?" He asked.

Jenna gulped as she flinched, "So it happened?" She asked.

"Yes, It happened." James responded.

Jenna placed the cooking utensil and sighed, "Well I guess we have no choice. Just promise me to return safely. Okay dear?" She said as she stared gently at James.

James gulped, "Yes I Promise." He said.

Jasmine then got out of the bathroom, And notified his father at the Kitchen.

Seeing Jenna and Jasmine, James smiled sincerely and hugged both of them tightly.

"I'll be packing my stuff later. I'll miss you both." James said.

Chapter End.