Valar_Morghulis01

Shadow was an assassin with no family, no friends, and no purpose beyond the missions assigned to him. Kidnapped at the age of five and forced to serve a ruthless assassin organization for fifty long years, his life was a series of shadows and bloodshed. On the eve of his fifty-fifth birthday, he completed his final mission with hope in his heart. A hope that freedom and a better life were finally within reach.

But that hope was shattered. Betrayed by the very organization he had devoted his life to, Shadow was ruthlessly killed, his decades of loyalty repaid with treachery. As his life slipped away, he swore one thing.

"If he had a second chance, he would live life on his terms, unshackled and free".

In the void between life and death, Shadow's soul was met by "Syl". The enigmatic Shadow Monarch's System. Syl offered him what he craved most. Another chance at life, but in a world far different from his own. Without hesitation, Shadow accepted, eager to grasp the life he was denied.

Reborn into a realm of gods, magic, and chaos, Shadow soon learns the truth.

He is a Wild Card, a pawn in the gods’ celestial game. Amere source of entertainment for their whims. But Shadow is no ordinary human. With the sarcastic and unpredictable Syl by his side, a glitching system that grants him powers beyond imagination, he embarks on a journey to defy the gods and forge his destiny.

My Shadow Monarch's System

Leaves fell in the courtyard just across the bar where Shadow happily spent his time. Staying in the Silver Blades Guild had become something he was getting accustomed to. It's not like he had another choice as to where else he could go.

So he happily spent his day lazying about, Liora had someone else to talk to. The Spirit Mage. Although he wasn't sure what that entailed exactly but she seems happy enough to stalk about spells and whatnot with Eryn. That gave Shadow the peace of mind he always wanted, except something ruined this precious moment for him.

Standing in the courtyard, looking directly at him was Dian. The man who he had battled the night before, he hadn't given up and still wanted to talk with Shadow for Lord knows what.

'What the hell mate? I need to sleep!'

He cursed inwardly, but unfortunately Shadow knew the kind of man that he was, the kind to never relent till he got exactly what he wanted. And in this case, it was Shadow.

Dian The Mercenary.