PROLOGUE

My name is Amelia and I have been in the world of sword and magic for almost five years now and being born to the wealthiest family and also a powerful one in the dark part of this world. My life was pleasant with the name protector of humankind. Being the only daughter of my Patriarch father, the greatest assassin family I was trained as a top assassin, just like the system I got as a Transmigrant to the new world from Earth my home.

Assassin System.

I awaken my memories at the age of five just like how my Angel told me. But then came a shock to me along with my memories, at the age of seven I had one of the weirdest memory that was horrific to make me realize that all the memory I had with me isn't what it is; there is more to it.

I was a secret agent in a government organization. I work undercover during the mission and the rest hours of my life was spent on roaming to new places around Earth.

That day the day I met a Devil was a sudden request for back up from my superior. When I got on the copter that came to pick me up, I met a fellow agent and he filled me up on the case.

It was about the person Hood, a notorious Assassin that kills people without blinking an eye. Remorse or whatever. We came across his name as we were investigating a big Evil cult that does all the crime in the name of some God and him saving the victims. But killing everyone just because they have a name of Cult on them, he too was a criminal.

A mad man for blood.

And finally, he did a massacre at the fifty story building in the centre of the city. Hearing that I thought it was finally happening, one who kills in the name of goodwill one day become the killer. Killing people right in the city.

But I realised the thing I heard from my colleague is just an iceberg. The 50 story building was completely massacred. Not leaving a single soul. No, it is said in the report that they have about a hundred children alive, and yet killing thousands of people in five hours.

When we reached the building and as we circled the skyscraper, we saw a man covered in black no red to be correct, he was completely drenched in blood, standing atop the 49th floor with a barefoot behind the glasses. As we turned the light for a clearer view, all we saw was people killed horridly with cuts all over the body and severed parts along the blood created a pit and the guy standing there had walked through it and so he has left his shoes two foot behind him since it was soaked in blood.

Evil was what I thought of looking at him.

Then as we have confirmed the guy covering his face with the mask is the perpetrator and so we asked for surrender like the usual procedure. But the man in black started to shoot at the glass before him acutely on the same spot he hit again and again meticulously breaking the hardened glass and jumping out with the rope intact on him joining to the scrapper.

Getting the order from the higher-ups to catch him at all cost we started to manoeuvre our bullets to hit him down. But things were only in vain as he roamed around the building wall like as kid swinging in rope.

However, when a sniper gun bullet landed on his leg disabling his mobility. He lost his footing and with the centrifugal force he swayed the rope and untied it, making an unconceivable arc on the air breaking the gravity, he landed on the metro train running over the city track.

Crack...

Even from up in the helicopter, I could hear his bones breaking.

A psychopath was the only answer I had for him.

We rowed to the fast-moving train and landed ourselves of the train with ropes.

"Raise your hands don't try anything funny, you can't escape", I wanted to remind him, since it's the problem with fools like him. They don't even know what they would do themselves.

But he stood before us spreading out both his hand like enjoying the blowing wind upon his face. All I could see from his eyes were relief, not an ounce of guilt.

I stood there questioning why he does such a thing. It's not the eyes of the murderer or a psychopath we would see usually. In my field, I have seen all type of people, but none had those pure eyes.

'Amelia, shoot him', hearing the order to kill him from my superior I was shocked. He was the only lead to the case, we have been working so hard for, it even involves a lot of higher-ups dead. If he is the person we are searching for then, he is important.

"But sir,", before I could finish, what I was saying he told,

"Sergeant Lia, he killed everyone in the top of the cult. He destroyed everything as a whole. Nothing is left. The cult is no more. Thousands of people, he destroyed the whole organisation. We can only kill him and end this mess", my superior voice shivering on the other end.

"What?", I can't believe that the person before me did such a thing.

"Yes, he did. So it's best to kill him and close up everything", as my superior ordered, the person my colleague, behind me said, "He did a good thing, why not let him leave"

Looking him through the side of my eyes I said, "he took the wrong side. Just like him, if everyone tools the blade as an option, then what will become of the world."

"If you can't I will do it", turning to the Devil I pulled the trigger.

Bang...

I shot him, right through his heart. I saw him fall and plunge down the train into the deep darkness.

Till the end, he doesn't show anything but the relief in his eyes. My heart sting looking at those eyes.

It was a D-day reported as a terrorist attack blasting the whole building and everything about the Cult or the guy in black was covered up.

In truth actually, he saved hundreds of children life that was gonna be a sacrificed for some potential God.

I don't know if I did a good thing or bad, It was guilty that I felt now as I was in the new world where the law is what the people with power makes in this world.

I don't know the rest of my story, I only had this piece of information about him and that day was all had memories about this case or incident. I still don't know whether he is dead or alive.

Yes! What if he was alive?

What if he too got transmigrated?

If he is alive am I getting this memory like a divine sign to kill him again, in this new world. Even as I tried to prove my hypothesis I had nothing that can define these things happening to me.

But my conviction is taking a turn in my family as I see the new lifestyle in this new civilisation.

My family kills people for money. However, they only kill bad people; the worst criminals that are needed to be punished.

So now I don't know what is right and what is wrong.

If in my world what he did is wrong and I punished him for killing those evil people that sacrificed children for some said God; then now what about my family and me. Are we killer too.

Is it my karma for killing him to become a killer myself in this new world?

When I asked my father Patriarch about this whether we are good or bad, he brought me to a Grand Hall in our house separate from our family library.

"Here are the details about everyone our family killed up til now"

When he said that I started to read the logs of our family; the Assassination missions data. As I read through it, the people are eviler than I guessed to be in this world. The crimes are more gruesome than I thought, it was horrendous.

From the log, I came to know one thing for sure.

If people don't get punished for what they did at the given time, their crimes only kept on increasing.

No one wants to reflect on their mistake.

Only their first crime is the impulsive one the next ones are because they got drunken by the power; they do it just because they can.

My father told me our family motto,

"If I need to pay for exterminating these evil people that are needed to be punished, I will gladly accept them in hell"

As he said those words with conviction I saw the same tranquillity, I saw in the eyes of that man,

HOOD