Chapter 77: Twin Assassins 3

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    The cold breeze of the night settled through the commercial district. In its busy streets, people went about their day, making use of their free time.

    Yet, behind all the glamour and happy faces among the streetlights, one man was busy running for his life in the alleyways, his rough breaths echoing among its silent walls.

    "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he cursed with haggard breaths, glancing back to see if his pursuers were still after him.

    ''Shit!''

    Not seeing any sign of the two assassins made him worry even more.

    ''I should''ve stayed at the dorms...!''

    Regret blurred his face as he lifted the broken glasses on his nose. Cold sweat trickled down his spine as he tried his best to survive and dodge the invisible attacks that came his way. His face was bruised, his body bloodied, and his limbs filled with scars, yet he ignored all the pain. The adrenaline rushing to his brain drove him with only one desire: to survive.

    The shadows seemed to stretch and twist around him, the darkness playing tricks on his mind as he navigated through the maze of alleyways.

    Each step felt heavier, each breath more labored. The occasional sound of footsteps or the distant chatter of oblivious passersby served as a cruel reminder of the normalcy just beyond his reach.

    He could almost hear the assassins'' silent, predatory movements, their presence felt more than seen.

    Panic clawed at his throat, making it difficult to think clearly. He knew he couldn''t keep this up for long; his body was already reaching its limits.

    ''Damn it!'' he thought, the pain in his limbs intensifying with each step. ''I can''t let them catch me. I have to find a way out.''

    He took a sharp turn, hoping to throw off his pursuers, only to stumble and nearly fall.

    Catching himself against the wall, he took a moment to steady his breathing, trying to formulate a plan.

    He scanned his surroundings, desperately searching for any potential escape route or hiding spot.

    Yet none seemed to be applicable for escape. ''I have to keep running,'' he thought desperately. Swoosh...!

    Like a thin blade cutting through grass, he instinctively ducked to the side as a sudden cut was made on his cheek.

    "Tsk! I was aiming for the eye," he heard the subtle voice of his pursuer as he ran along again. ''They''re just playing with me,'' he thought, frustration bubbling up inside him.

    The two assassins weren''t just hunting him down; they were toying with him. is right arm was already rendered useless because of the paralysis poison coated on their blades.

    His spearmanship was useless in this kind of ordeal.

    Taking care of a crippled man like him should have been easy for two professional assassins, yet they never once tried to attack any of his vitals.

    "Fuck! If you''re going to do it, what''s taking you so long?" he screamed into the empty air, looking around his surroundings, waiting for at least one of the assassins to show.

    The silence was deafening, broken only by his ragged breaths and the occasional distant chatter of the oblivious crowd on the visible streets nearby.

    Although he wanted to run there, he knew he couldn''t because the moment he even thought of going there would be the moment he died.

    If he failed, the plan their organization had meticulously crafted would crumble into ruins, and the academy would immediately find out about it.

    ''I can''t let it happen,'' he resolved.

    In his hands was a bag full of subjugation stones.

    If he could just land a direct hit with one of these stones on one of his assailants, it would surely be enough to slow them down.

    Baiting them to come closer, he purposely let down his guard, waiting for the next attack. SHIIISSS!!!

    Hearing the subtle sound in the air, he turned around and grabbed one of the stones. Using his momentum, he intended to throw a punch at his assailant with the stone in hand.

    But as he turned-

    POOF!

    He only punched empty air.

    "What?" he gasped, eyes widening in disbelief. But his surprise only lasted a few seconds as the stone in his hand cracked and exploded like a small dynamite.

    Boom!

    The explosion pushed him against a wall. He tried to maintain his blurry consciousness as he looked forward, clutching the bag tightly to his side.

    He struggled to catch his breath with all the red shards of the stones flickering around his face.

    His right arm was numb, and the searing pain from the explosion coursed through his body, making it hard to think clearly.

    "Do you think I''ll tell you if you just asked?" Henry spat back, his voice filled with defiance despite his dire situation.

    "No, not really," the girl shrugged, her smile turning menacing. "But I was hoping you''d at

    least understand your situation."

    Henry tried to muster a response, but before he could, Lily leaned in close, her voice almost tender. "Goodnight, sweet prince," she whispered.

    Henry didn''t have time to think about what to say next.

    His field of view distorted, turning upside down as his head detached from his body before he

    even had time to process anything.

    Slowly, as his consciousness faded, the banter of his twin assassins became his last memory.

    "Shouldn''t we have tortured him for answers, sis?" Lillian asked, wiping her blade clean. "Nah, it''s not worth it," the older sister replied nonchalantly. "Besides, we''re being paid to kill, not to find out information. The less we know about these things, the better." "Well, if you say so," Lillian agreed, though she sounded a bit disappointed.

    The older sister turned her gaze back to Henry''s lifeless body, then to the scattered remains of

    the subjugation stones. "Let''s clean this up and get out of here. We''ve lingered long enough."

    Lily nodded, using her shadow technique to mask their presence once more. The two moved quickly and efficiently, their actions almost choreographed in their precision.

    Within moments, the alley was as it had been before their arrival, the only evidence of their deadly encounter being the faint scent of blood in the air.

    As they disappeared into the night, only the red fuzzy mist of there technique remained in the

    dark alley''s pf the ever-busy commercial district....

    -----

    That talk with Rose took longer than expected. Glancing at the time, I realized I had spent far

    more with her than I had anticipated.

    Maybe it was because Rose was quite pushy, always trying to stall the conversation, or

    perhaps it was just me being too indecisive about it.

    Whatever the case, I was just glad I had managed to get away from her for now.

    Judging from the last look she gave me; I knew she was serious about her intention of making

    me teach her about love.

    Not to mention the system notice regarding my one useless special ability.

    Handling a literal draconic atom bomb on my back was already hard and heavy enough; now I

    had to handle a potential world-dismantling nuke as well?

    Haha... fuck me.

    Sighing deeply, I wondered how I was supposed to navigate this situation now.

    Liyana, Snow, and now Rose... not just the last boss but two of the main heroines as well.

    ''At this rate, I might as well take over your role, Lucas!''

    Tsk...

    I tried to shake off the tiresome thoughts and focused on the task at hand.

    Now wasn''t the time to ponder all of this as I still had a mission to complete for tonight.

    The cold breeze of the night settled through the commercial district, and despite the bustling streets.

    The cold breeze of the night settled through the commercial district, and despite the bustling streets, I found myself slipping into the crowd of people.

    My eyes locked onto my two main targets for the night, having completely missed them back

    at the cafe?.

    Sitting at the water fountain in the commercial district''s city square, two adorable twins were sipping their glowing beverages as they stared at the stars in the night sky above. They occasionally glanced over at the band playing joyfully to the right of them, their expressions a mix of innocence and mischief.

    Lillian and Lily... it''s now time to upgrade your specs, oh cute and deadly assassins.