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"In a world of shadows, I am the darkness they fear."

In the shadowy realm of international espionage and contract killing, Michael was a legend. His deadly precision and a flawless track record had made him the stuff of nightmares in the underworld. 

However, his life underwent a complete transformation during his latest assignment. As Michael pulled the trigger, a mysterious, otherworldly light enveloped him, and he suddenly found himself in a different realm, inhabiting a foreign body equipped with a system.

To survive in this treacherous new land, Michael had to embrace his inner alpha predator, for the system embedded within him was none other than the aptly named "Badass System." This system rewarded him with "badass points" whenever he displayed acts of sheer badassery.

Yet, Michael soon realized that every twist and turn in his path was no accident; a grand design was at play, woven by higher beings with ulterior motives.

In any compelling story, the quality of its villains is crucial. Thus, the question arises: who are the antagonists that will challenge our deadliest assassin? Will Michael overcome these intricate schemes to emerge victorious? Can he unravel the secrets concealed within the Badass System?  Jump right into the book and you will not be disappointed...It's a guarantee...

Anti Hero with a Symbiote System: https://www.webnovel.com/book/anti-hero-with-a-symbiote-system_23401860706535005

Dictator with a Badass System:
https://www.webnovel.com/book/dictator-with-a-badass-system_24476949205615505

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Hitman with a Badass System

The ancient castle groaned around Cindy like a dying beast, each creak of timber and mournful sigh of wind through shattered glass a stark reminder of its age and decay. The cold bit deeper with every step upward, a damp, insidious chill that seeped through her armor, rattling her teeth.

At last, the second floor. A long corridor stretched before her, swallowed by shadow, lined with doors whose warped and cracked wood whispered stories of neglect. Now she heard it clearly – a faint, heart-wrenching whimpering, a child's voice, thin and desperate, calling for help.

Trap, her mind screamed the word, a sharp, urgent warning. Zariel was a master of deception, a puppeteer of the soul. He relished in exploiting weaknesses, in twisting compassion into a weapon.

But a stubborn flicker of hope, a desperate refusal to believe the worst, burned in her chest. What if it wasn't a trick? What if, against all odds, it was a real child, truly in need?

Cindy vs Zariel II