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Assassination Through the Netherworld

You get your throat slit open by your own father only to find yourself within the infamous netherworld, will you repent? will you conquer? A mortal assassin whose hobby and profession are to topple tyrants and slaughter those that believe the law is beyond them… For such people, he’s the law! Known as the ‘Bringer of Euthanasia’, ‘La Guadaña de la Parca’, ‘Shinigami’, and so on… some addressed him as Hero, some cursed him as a bloodthirsty murderer seeking dissension, and others labelled him a heartless assassin. Be it as it may, as all things, his unholy endeavour eventually came to an end. Cornered by the most elite assault team in the world in a sealed street in the United Kingdom, Valentine met his end believing he had cleaned this world as thoroughly as he could from evil, he would get to realise that Evil has a beginning, never an end. Nothingness may finally claim his wretched soul as he believed he would never go to the same place where those he longed for remained. But, would that be the case? … So he believed until he found himself falling in a free fall, in a red sky with black clouds and three bright moons hanging on the landscape. What is this new world? … The author here, I advise this book has a ridiculous amount of sensitive content, and I don't mean lemons necessarily... read under your own discretion, this is a book about survival of the fittest about though conditions beyond anything humans could conceive, this is a book of Hell... ************* Cover by BlackSnowAngel#3884 pa-tre-on.com/photosphere https://discord.gg/6xFrX5vq

Photosphere · 奇幻
分數不夠
206 Chs

Cursed Regiment of Abandonment I

The man groaned, he had fallen unconscious... for how long?

'I almost forgot... where am I?' 

Checking up his leg, he noticed it to have already regenerated, but where there were supposed to be clothes, there was only ragged cloth and his blood, now dried, could only be seen as a dark patch on the smooth floor.

Totally unlike the maiden, he didn't pay attention to this detail; it slipped out of his mind unconsciously.

Staggering back up his gaze roamed the room, his own body, his own hands.

Everything is grey, with no colour whatsoever except for the distinctive shades between different tonalities of black and white.

No windows.

A sad world.

"How do I come out of here..." 

His lonesome figure walked across the room, back and forth... it is a rather cosy place with architecture, unlike anything he had seen in the Mahogany Devilish City which sported a gothic attractiveness.