Chapter 1

Railan calmed his breathing and readied himself. This would be one of his hardest assassinations ever. Railan was a 17-year-old assassin who was extremely skilled in his arts of using the katana. He had once even been the runner up of an Olympic level katana tournament. he gritted his teeth as he remembered this. That match had scarred him for life - quite literally - he had a scar on his left leg that occasionally limped, nevertheless he had never failed an assassination.

(Railan's point of view)

I readied my legs in a manner that would not put too much strain on my left leg.

This would be not like his other assassinations. The man he was going to kill was a former special forces agent who was a suspect for blackmail and murder.

I shot forward to try and drive my katana through my Target's heart and make it quick, The target blocked it with a pocket knife though he was clearly taken back. The venue was a deserted subway which was clearly falling apart. His client said he had information about him blackmailing another person here.

The man sidestepped and drove his knife into my heart which I blocked with the hold of the katana but with a test of strength, I was no match for him.

I flipped backward and dashed forward to slash him toward his neck, dragging this fight on won't do any good. But my left leg buckled under the weight and I fell down. As soon as I did so, I felt something cold drive straight into my heart. must have been the knife, it hurt quite a lot

will I go to hell? I thought as the world got darker

I woke up in a dark place. I had taken quite a bit of assassination jobs in the dark and so I was accustomed to it, I could see easily if I strain easily.

I strained my eyes and squinted but nothing changed all there was darkness all around me.

Crap was I in hell?

But looking around he saw a minuscule red light.

Waking to ward it took forever as it slowly came closer,

"Ah yes, Railan wasn't it," asked an ethereal voice the was beautiful yet carefree.

"umm...y-yes th-thats me" I stuttered, no way I never stutter

"no need to worry you will not be going to hell" the voice answered

"um okay," I said

"So I'll explain the situation - you would've gone to hell for the assassinations but you only accepted assassinations for people who are guilty of something and also because you are the only person who can release the chains of oxraw and save me and also you are the only person other than me who can master the crimson blade in 200 billion years and we'll..." she trailed off

"Anything more to say," I asked getting more and more piqued with interest.

"uh yea if you don't accept I can just drop you into an extremely painful torture system until you accept, and if you accept and fail you'll destroy the multiverse," she said in a sinister voice

"damn that's manipulative but as of right now I guess I'm obliged to accept.

"well yes you certainly are and by the way, I fixed your injured leg, and remember there is no one - not a single thing - not even the rest of the eight swords of the realm of gods can match the power of the fully mastered Crimson blade.

Cya" She said as everything thing around me got bright

I woke up with a start and looked around it was midnight in what looked like a medieval-style town, quite small in comparison to modern-day cities.

"Well this will be fun" I muttered to myself