Hitman with a Badass System

Three days flew by in a blink of an eye. In the three day, Azazel, Aria, and Sadie ended Michael’s potential foes who planned to interrupt the Sunrise sect’s rise. Thanks to the trio’s perfect coordination, the assassinations went without a hitch. As a result, Michael reached the Fusion Stage 10 and was just 300,000 experience points away from breathing through to the Half Immortal Stage. Finally, having subordinates and an Order paid off for Michael. He couldn’t have earned Experience points this fast without them.

Now that the Dark Lord was killing people while Ghost was in Mazeroth, even the Sea Folk wouldn’t think of Ghost as the Dark Lord.

“Are you ready for today’s duel?” Michael slowly opened his eyes to see Nightmare sitting atop his chest. Michael took a short nap to make himself reinvigorated. Elidyr on the other hand didn’t even bother to think about the duel. Instead, he focused on finishing the teleportation array, and finally, he managed to finish it. Now Michael could travel back and forth without buying a teleportation scroll from the system. Furthermore, the defense arrays in MAzeroth wouldn’t detect Michael.

“Deacon is at the Core Strengthening stage. I am at the steps of the Half Immortal stage. There is no duel. It’s going to be me kicking his ass in front of all the mazeroth,”

Michael said, playing with Nightmare’s growing horns.

“What if Deacon sensed your cultivation level?” asked Nightmare.

“He would have still gone for it,” said Michael.

“I think so too. But still, I want to see what a four-star Blacksmith can do,” said Nightmare.

Even Michael wanted to see the capabilities of a Blacksmith in a battle. He wondered how Deacon would utilize his talents in the duel. The more amazing things Deacon does, the more badass points he would receive by defeating him.

“Elidyr,” Michael turned his gaze toward Elidyr. The half-elf was sitting before his work table and busy trying to create some new runes. He finally slowly turned his head around after Michael called him.

“Don’t make it look too easy. Apparently, the headmaster will be there. So we have to play it safe,”

“Wulfric, that old bastard,”

“You know him?” Michael rose from the bed with a tinge of curiosity in his eyes. He grabbed Nightmare gently and kept the dragon on his lap. He took Nightmare’s front legs and made him do a little dance while talking to Elidyr. The gesture showed Elidyr of the Dark Lord’s playful side. The more time Elidyr spent with Michael, the more he realized that Skyhall pushed Michael to be the Dark Lord. If he was left alone, Elidyr knew he would have lived his life peacefully. By stripping the Dark Lord of everything, the skyhall dug its own grave. His powers grew by the day. Elidyr sensed it. Although he acted calm and composed when he was with Michael, Elidyr was afraid of the Dark Lord deep down.

He couldn’t even imagine how powerful the Dark Lord would be after stepping into the Half Immortal stage, the start of the Dark Lord’s Godhood.

“I do,” Elidyr nodded his head.

“Tell me about him,” asked Michael.

“You know the usual. An orphan with immense talent. Chosen by the Mazeroth when he was little. He studied, taught, and became the headmaster. No one has a clear idea how old he is. All I know is he must be an Immortal,”

“Speaking about? What are the stages above Half Immortal?” asked Michael.

“Immortal, Half Celestial, Celestial. After the Celestial stage, your body can leave this world and venture into  the universe out there,”

“Why would anyone do that?” asked Michael. He was genuinely curious to see what’s the point of leaving this world when it has so much to provide. As far as Michael was concerned, he wouldn’t go out until he fully controlled this world and got bored with it. He wasn’t a fan of going somewhere else, starting from the beginning and working his way up again and again.

“To find a better world I think,”

Nightmare almost burst into laughter.

“Can’t they make this world a better place?” asked Nightmare.

“To do that, you have to go through the Skyhall. That my little dragon, is no small feat. When you end up on Skyhall’s radar, you’re doomed to live a miserable life. No offense to you though,” Elidyr said to Michael.

Michael shook his head.

“None taken. You were right. They did make my life miserable. The Skyhall took something from me and I will take everything from them,” His eyes turned predatory. Deep hatred and killing intent radiated from his body. Both Nightmare and Elidyr sensed it. But Michael quickly controlled his emotions so the room wouldn’t grow darker. He got slightly better at manipulating the element of darkness after almost nearly dying at the hands of the blood prince.

“Have you met him?” asked Michael.

When Michael asked this question, Elidyr’s mind went blank. He couldn’t think of a single place or time he had met Wulfric. No matter how hard he thought, he simply couldn’t find a memory of Wulfric and his meeting.

“Are you alright?” asked Nightmare, looking at the bewildered look on Elidyr’s face.

“Yeah, yeah. I didn’t meet him,”

“So who imprisoned you? Do you think Wulfric knew about your imprisonment? After all, you spend centuries in the Akilan Realm,”

It made sense for Wulfric to know about his imprisonment. However, Elidyr couldn’t find any memories of Wulfric’s involvement in the imprisonment. How could he? Wulfric removed all the memories related to him before Michael saved Elidyr.

“I don’t think so,” Elidyr shook his head.

“Bullshit,” rebuked Michael.

“You were under his nose all the time and you’re saying he doesn’t know about it? No way. Time must have degraded your memories,” said Michael. Silence fell over them. After long deep thinking, Eldry opened his mouth.

“There is a chance someone from the Skyhall had removed specific memories,” said Elidyr. Shock and surprise emerged in Nightmare’s eyes.

“If that’s the case, what memories didn’t they want you to have? Must be something pretty important,” Michael rubbed his chin.

“You created the ritual to send me to earth right? What do you remember about that? You were imprisoned when they performed the ritual. So who performed the ritual? What were the requirements for this ritual except for the one that my mother gave me up willingly?” asked Michael.

After learning that his mother gave him up willingly, Michael didn’t bother to investigate the ritual because there was no need to. He saw no point in dwelling in the past or trying to decode the ritual. But he felt curious when he realized there might be a chance they messed with Elidyr’s memories. If they did remove Elidyr’s memoirs, he wanted to know which one.

“Blood of celestial, Phoenix ashes…”

Elidyr listed out everything needed for the ritual. But none of them seemed out of the ordinary. They were nothing but typical rare things to perform the ritual.

“Are there any specific requirements about the one who performs the ritual?” asked Nightmare.

“Must be at least an Immortal. But the ritual came with a drawback. Whoever performs the ritual will have their souls explode into pieces. In other words, they would die at the end of the ritual,”

“That’s removed the headmaster from the list since he’s alive,” said Nightmare.

“Unless there was someone who witnessed the ritual or we found your,” ELidyr paused his words.

“My mother, I don’t have a chance to know the truth. But if they were able to remove memories, it’s possible that woman didn’t even know she gave birth to me,”

Michael’s hatred ran deep. Hence, he used the words ‘that woman’ instead of mother. He hated his real family to the point he didn’t even bother to find them. If a powerful organization like the Skyhall forced him to give up his child, Michael would either kill them all or die rather than give up his child. No amount of torture could make him do such a thing.

“Well, I will get my answers when I burn the Skyhall and the Guardians to the ground,” said Michael.

“Do you remember asking me about the god of light?” ELidyr suddenly asked Michael.

“Yeah. I think Noah might be one,” answered Michael.

“Light spells, drawing power from the light, darkness weakening him, Andreas choosing him to be the successor and trains to defeat the dark lord,” these were the exact words spoken by Elidyr after Michael defeated the Elder Vampire with Noah.

“At first I thought, if Noah is the God of Light and I am the God of Darkness, we may be somehow related. But when I tested Sabrina’s blood against mine, we shared no connections whatsoever,” said Michael.

“Why did you ask me that suddenly?” asked Michael.

“Nothing. I just thought Andreas might have some ideas,”

“Ideas about what?” asked Michael. On the other hand, Nightmare was deep in thinking about something else.

“The ritual and my memories,”

“Don’t even think about asking Andreas. The moment we tell Noah that we know about Andreas’s existence, Andreas will turn his focus on us or do some weird shit to figure out my secret,” said Michael. Moreover, the system warned him not to touch Noah until he upgraded the system to level 8. This meant Michael had to be cautious every step of the way when it comes to Noah. That was the reason Michael always kept a distance between Noah and his family. His future meant more than his past.

“Let’s go out. It’s time,” Michael finally left the bed. He felt excited about the duel because he would be able to reap hundreds of thousands of badass points.

But when he was about to turn the doorknob and leave, Nightmare’s question halted his steps.

“GHosty, what if Sabrina wasn’t Lady Diana’s real daughter?” Nightmare’s question surprised both Michael and Elidyr. His question made sense to Elidyr. According to everything ELdiry had heard about Noah and his family, heaven-defying talent and godly powers ran within their family. Noah might be the God of Light and Rowena was the Holy Maiden. So Elidyr wouldn’t be surprised if the God of Darkness was born in the Winston family.

Michael slowly turned to look back at Nightmare. The dragon tilted his head to the side and questioned Michael.

“What if we take Lady Diana’s blood and test it again?”