Chapter 8: In the Wrong Place at the Wrong Time

Emmanuel didn't waste any more time. He stretched his limbs first just to make sure his body would not be too shocked by what he is about to perform. It is only a 10 year old body.

"If I were to use high advance skills too much, I may end up fainting and that's no good since I'm alone in the forest with only an enemy here. Haven't used illusion arts for a long time, Let's see if I still got it."

One step... two step.. three step...

It seems that Emmanuel was strolling casually...but if you took a closer look, there was no sounds from his steps, no presence detected, no kind of intent whatsoever. Just like a breeze passing by, he went naturally to the place where the assassin was. With his current body strength, even a strike in the throat is not enough to kill him so he needs to taunt him to use.

Although illusion arts when mastered might be powerful to all living beings with consciousness, the person using this arts could still be seen when filmed by a camera if the video record was on pause. What's good about this skill though is when it is mastered even if someone uses binoculars from a far away location to look at the person using the arts, they still would not see them because their minds will still get tricked into thinking that there's nothing there. The art itself needs a high intense focus and a great control over the body.

It might look like Emmanuel is relaxed but in truth his body is aching right now...but pain is like an old friend for Emmanuel. Not to mention being a slave whipped, abused and beaten, he was also the head of a family who could control half of the world back then.

He was even in the world's top 3 people with one of the biggest reward for assassination but most assassins wouldn't dare since after the assassin known to be ranked 5th when it comes to his job never came back from his mission to assassinate Emmanuel, they avoided the mission itself. Of course at that time Emmanuel had already access to space magic, knives couldn't even touch him since they only curve around him. Space bent is one of convenient skills Emmanuel had learned. Too bad he could never used that magic again.

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'What just happened back there? Fuck that. ...Whatever that took the kid away... It's none of my business. I need to get away near this area, the police are still looking for me.'

The person hiding behind a tree was holding two bags full of cash. Robbing a bank wasn't that hard if you already planned to betray the people who assisted on robbing the bank.

In an abandoned building, 5 people were laying dead. Their bodies had bullets in them. There were police investigating the crime scenes. Another team was dispatched to follow him so if he doesn't get away from here, he will be sooner or later be found.

He was already in the car when the police arrived preparing to escape with the money. One police car had followed him and one of the two police officers inside shot the tires of his car.

He needed to stop. He got out of the car and put his hands up. He dropped the gun that he was holding. He then kneeled to the floor putting his hands at the back. It seemed that he already gave up. When the 2 officers was near enough, he pulled a second gun and shot the first officer and then the second.

The fist officer was shot in the face so he already couldn't move. The other was shot in the side of the neck and was bleeding terribly.

He was planning to shoot at the second officer again but was shot first by the second officer that dropped his gun after shooting and focused on covering the bleeding wound on his neck with his hands.

He, who got shot in the right shoulder, dropped the gun he was holding in right hand. He got back in his car and took the two bags of cash. He ran to a near forested area and continued walking until he couldn't anymore because of the pain in his shoulder and also because he was losing too much blood.

That's where he saw some weird shit of a floating and glowing woman disappearing with a kid.

Luckily he wasn't noticed by any of them or else he couldn't escape with his state.

He moved to another area to rest his tired legs and was planning to at least block the bleeding on his shoulder using a cloth when he felt a cold breeze that sent shivers down his spine.

'Is it because I'm losing too much blood that I feel cold?' He thought to himself when he heard a voice.

"My, my...If I had known you were this injured, I should have just gotten a rock and smashed your head with it. Well, this is a forest, I suppose looking for a rock isn't that hard. Oh ....there's a perfect rock there with your name on it." Emmanuel was genuinely glad the man was injured. In that state he wouldn't even need to use the martial skill that uses his opponents strength against them. A rock is enough for even a ten year old with a stealth-like skill to finish this bastard.

The man with cold eyes looked cautious and alert. He couldn't see where that voice came from.

"Who is there!? Your voice sounds young. I have some money here. If you help me, I'll buy anything you want." The man thought that maybe the kid he heard was just bluffing.

"He kid! You either come here or-ARRGGHHHHHHH FUCKING FUCK!!" The person felt a sharp pain from his shoulder but he couldn't figure out when he was hit or where was the thing that hit him.

"This rock is sure heavy for a kid like me, I'll try knocking this rock in your head now. Please don't move too much or I might hit other areas. It would be more painful for you before dying. Just let me hit your head directly and die, okay?~" Emmanuel was certainly trying to play dirty and act childish to have a psychological effect on his target's mind. If your up with an opponent you can't see but can still hit you. Of course you'll feel helpless and even fear that unknown entity causing you to lose your focus.

The criminal forced himself to stand and try to walk away. He felt that if he stayed here any longer, he will be killed.

"Where are you going? You're not allowed to leave here... alive."

Emmanuel was currently holding a stone up high and with all his might, hit the man in the back of his head. The man fell down facing the ground. The back of his head was bleeding and he felt dizzy but he was still making gibberish noises, trying to crawl away from the thing he can't see.

"N-no... D-dont kill me... You can take all the money.. just. ..dont kill ...me."

First he saw a woman disappearing with a kid but now he was being hit by a stone by someone or something he couldn't see.

"Too bad for you. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Like me... The goddess took me by someone else. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time but unlike me... you aren't that innocent are you? You have killed people, I can see it in your eyes. Look at my eyes, this is the eyes who had killed people too...and seen people he loved get killed too. Your eyes are cold but mine are colder but not because I was willing to kill people. Some people just wanted to kill me first. Some betrayed me that's why I killed them too. Well, in your case, you'll just die to satisfy my revenge. I honestly can't imagine myself trying to live again in this world while knowing that the one who should had gone into another world, instead of me, is still alive and still doing "bad things" around. Don't feel that the world is unfair, eyes like mine just happens when you've lived long enough to experience the full cruelty of a world."

The man looked up and saw a kid with eyes that glint with a terrifyingly cold and no mercy look. He wore a calm face but his eyes...those eyes that could kill a person's spirit. It was the scariest eyes he'd seen.

"Well, my revenge was short-lived...just know that I myself don't like killing people if not necessary. I really hope you reincarnate to become a better man in your next life. You should have escaped before I returned to this world. Goodbye. "

Emmanuel disappeared again from the man's vision.

*Crack* The man's skull cracked. Blood splashed on Emmanuel's clothes and was pouring from the man's head. Flesh that was the man's brain was oozing through the crack.