"Fuck, I need to get out of here!" Callum cursed as he hurriedly tried to run toward his troops.

"What the hell?!" Callum cursed; even after running, he could not see any light, and instead found himself back at the starting place. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead as he kept attempting to escape, but to his disbelief, he kept returning to the same spot.

"What on heavens is happening? What did you do, bastard?!" Callum shouted in an anxious and angry voice.

"Hehe, this is my special bloodline skill—unless one of us dies, you cannot leave this place," Edward’s voice echoed from everywhere.

"Then I will kill you and escape!" Callum said as he looked vigilantly around, waiting for a sneak attack.

"Ah, what’s this?" Callum panicked when a chain made out of shadows emerged from the ground and wrapped around his ankle. He hurriedly activated his skill and broke free from the entanglement, but suddenly his instincts warned him of fatal danger.

"Ahhhh!" he screamed in pain as his shoulder was pierced. Cold sweat broke out—if he had not shifted, the attack would have pierced his throat.

"Tch, you dodged," Edward’s figure reappeared when he saw this, but he was not disappointed.

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Sensing the sudden outburst of killing intent, Amber’s face turned pale as she hid behind Victor and cautiously peeked out.

’What is this Hall of Assassination?’ Amber thought with a furrowed brow; judging by the name and his reaction, it seemed like some kind of hidden organization.

"How do you know about the Hall of Assassins?" the assassin asked in a deep voice as killing intent surged toward him like a tsunami.

"Tsk, just how many people did you kill, Swift Sword, to possess this kind of killing intent?" Victor asked with a teasing smile as he tilted his head.

The killing intent radiating from him froze, and his eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Victor. ’How does he know my code name?’

"How do you know my code name? It’s impossible for you to know," Swift Sword said in a hoarse voice, suddenly struck by a wave of unease. There was no way anyone outside the organization and the recruiters would know this.

Victor smirked as he looked at his stats.

[Name: Swift Sword]

[Level: 325]

[Tier: 3]

[Affiliation: Hall of Assassins]

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Bloodline:

Swift Sword (B Rank)

Description: When the user holds a sword, their attack power and speed increase by 4x.

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"Hmm, not that powerful," Victor mumbled. If others heard Victor’s words, they would want to beat him for belittling a B Rank bloodline. B Rank bloodlines were rare, and even some nobility with such bloodlines enjoyed status and fortune.

He had never expected that the assassin sent to kill Amber and him, hired by his uncle, would be from the Hall of Assassins. He was sure even his uncle did not know about the existence of the Hall of Assassins.

The Hall of Assassins was an extremely secretive order and the number one information-gathering organization, and their information was exclusively for members only. They possessed the locations of the rarest dungeons, hidden items, and knowledge that even the information networks of royal families did not possess.

The members of this organization were top-notch assassins, and some of them were nobles and heirs of nobility who had joined them. The way they took jobs was very secretive—they would go out and join various organizations under different names and take jobs as members of those organizations. The condition to join them was that they must have a powerful Warlock Bloodline.

The only reason he knew was because, in his past, he had interacted with them—well, calling it "interacting" would be too vague; he had actually been a member of the Hall of Assassins. He got lucky and joined after completing a secret mission and earning the chance to enter their ranks. In fact, the Frost Eye persona he created was his code name in the Hall of Assassins.

"Do you really want to know..." Victor said in a solemn tone, his expression as if he were about to reveal some earth-shattering information.

Gulp

Not only Swift Sword, but even Amber swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Guess," Victor said in a mocking tone.

"..." Swift Sword

"..." Amber

Both of them looked at him blankly, veins popping on their foreheads.

"Are you mocking me?!" the assassin screamed as he drew his sword, amplified his stats by 2x, and charged at Victor.

Clang

Ziiiz

"What...?!!" the assassin exclaimed when he saw a black lightning claw form on Victor’s hand, blocking his attack. His face darkened as he realized Victor was the one who had launched those lightning attacks—this was a grave miscalculation.

"Ugh!" he coughed a mouthful of blood as Victor struck his chest with the lightning claw, sending him flying backward. The assassin, after hitting the ground, immediately activated his 4x amplification, but before he could move, he saw black lightning serpents upon him.

Bang

Bang

"Fuck!" he cursed as he was injured by the attacks, bleeding from his wounds.

Rumble

He saw Victor turn into a streak of lightning and aim a lightning claw at him. Even though he was injured, he still had fight left in him, as he drew his sword and swung at Victor.

Bang

Boom

Bang

Boom Boom

For the next ten minutes, Amber watched as Victor and the assassin exchanged multiple blows.

Ten minutes later—

"Damn... how could I lose..." the assassin said as he lay on his back on the ground.

"Is it over?" Amber said as she walked toward the crater.

"If I am going to die, I will take you both with me," the assassin said in a hoarse voice while lying on the ground. Victor, who was closest to him, grabbed Amber and jumped back a few meters.

Instantly, an ominous black aura enveloped him, and even Victor felt grave danger from it. His brows furrowed as he muttered, "Things just got a lot more troublesome."