hunt or be hunted

Untitled Episode 3

Four more people accompanied me, rare folks, who fulfilled their requests. There was no doubt that all four of them were not human.

As a monster lurking among the human species, we all know that once we reveal our true identity, there will be no more tranquil times. We won't reveal our secrets to anyone, so everyone assumes the rest of the g**g is human. With an acute sense of being wild-trained, I was able to smell the blood of the rest. The slight odor of blood blended with the distinct odor that only demons possess.

Ella is a werewolf, Layla is an elf, and Maya is an angel. And Rudy has a little human odor, likely from mingled blood, a vampire-human hybrid.

Each carried the transcendent skills of their race as though they had learned them instinctively. It is very much like my instinct, but I unleash the instinct of destruction, which has no reference value.

If it weren't for my keen nose, I'd probably be like everyone else, dismissing them as weak and naive.

The five of us had the distinct honor of finishing last in the basic proficiency and fitness test. Since then, we have been neglected, with no training and only odd employment.

It's amusing. Ella, the werewolf, is said to be frail. Layla, the elf, is mediocre. Maya, the angel, is revealed to be cunning and dishonest. Rudy is better, but is only being warned because his health is not good. Watching each of them play the role enthusiastically, as the youngest brother, I also learned a lot. My review of the book is directly untrainable stupidity.

We were able to dwell under human eyes without disclosing our identity because of Ella's leadership. Although I don't like the werewolf's overly zealous personality. But it's not too offensive to me; it's still within acceptable bounds.

The sisters treat me like the youngest member of my family, even though we all keep it a secret. I learned a lot from the sisters as the youngest sister. The sisters imparted all of their knowledge directly, whether it belonged to my actual combat skills or the skills and knowledge of werewolves, goblins, etc.

When I first emerged from the forest, my defensive form looked like that of untamed beasts. Most of them are instinctive skills, without a hint of technique.

To talk about the historic event that transformed the fates of the five of us. It was a special day, the first anniversary of our tireless effort in polishing weapons. The first task we got here was grinding iron. I and my former slave pals were assigned to polish the weaponry in the warehouse, which was larger than the plaza, along with a variety of weapons.

One year after taking over the work, despite having the strength of five of us, we only accomplished a goal of more than half. Furthermore, the number of finished weapons that we damaged is incalculable. Some were damaged to the point of chipping, or being cracked, or even ground into a fine powder, and heaped in garbage cans. But no one dared to throw them away.

Since we hadn't mastered our strength yet in the first few weeks, we had only made broken products. Fortunately, the individual who did the task was unconcerned about the outcome and only wanted to experience the sensation of bullying new people.

We lived quietly until that fateful day when he appeared. One early morning filled with snowfall, everyone woke up to the sound of an emergency alarm. It's never a good signal when the bell rings.

A tall young man with delicate features stood on the podium, yet his face was frigid and frightening. He didn't say anything but stood there staring at everyone before dispersing. We had to stand outside long time on a cold winter's morning before receiving a directive to go inside. The whole group was disgruntled, eager to find an instructor to complain about. Surprisingly, the person they wanted to complain about was the legend's enigmatic owner. Without saying the same, it is clear that the end of this story is clear. Only a few hours have gone by, and more than half of the people have been penalized.

Returning to our usual tasks as if we had never heard of this morning's episode, the five of us each did our own thing. With a year of experience, everyone was so absorbed that they didn't realize there was another person around besides us. I have the most free time because my job is largely product quality inspection, which is the last step in the production chain. But I'm not at all lazy. My speed must be four times faster to keep up with the rate at which four people finish things.

We'll eat lunch together after the workday is done. We will occasionally hold a martial arts exchange as an after-meal exercise. Today is Ella's chance to rematch with Rudy, and the atmosphere is insane. Ella's turn to rematch with Rudy is today, and the surroundings are outrageous. Ella has always been the most powerful of us all because she is the oldest sister and, more importantly, a powerful werewolf. Ignoring me, a small and gentle-looking child, Rudy was the weakest. Rather than saying Rudy was fighting Ella, it was more like Ella was teaching. According to Rudy's wish, the fight became a martial arts cultural exchange.

Our peaceful atmosphere of laughing and talking disappeared when the hidden person appeared. Applause echoed throughout the warehouse as footsteps became more audible. The Boss, also known as Nova, who couldn't show up in the remote warehouse, did appear.

Like thieves caught by the homeowner, everyone became strangely tense. He broke into speech, breaking the strained air. His voice isn’t low, not high, but it makes us shiver. He walked towards me step by step, despite our bewildered eyes. He began to talk, shattering the tension in the air, his voice not low, not high, but making us shiver. Despite our puzzled looks, he walked, approaching me step by step.

"A werewolf, an elf, an angel, and a half-dracula. What sort of devil are you, little girl? "I've never seen anything like it."

"You stay away from her!" She's only human, nothing to do with us."

Ella screamed out a roar and dashed towards Nova, who was filling us with horror. The rest of the folks who grasped the seriousness of the situation went back to their protective mode, sheltering me in the back. No matter how powerful the demons are, they are still children and cannot defeat a skilled assassin. I just stood there watching everyone fall. My hand clenched so tightly that it bled, but I was helpless and could do nothing. I know he's strong, much stronger than us; the whole body can feel the fear. In the face of overwhelming strength, one feels terror.

“Ella, Layla, Maya, Rudy…

Is everyone okay? Did you hear what I said?"

My blood was boiling, and my breathing became difficult, as if I had predicted my death. But. I don't mind since I can't stand seeing people arrested, so I gamble with fate.

Rudy once said that vampires can become uncontrollably strong by eating their blood. As a result, the only way to defeat your opponent is in this manner.

The injuries that Nova had inflicted on me appeared to go away swiftly. As if this self were composed of slime, cutting without breaking, striking without feeling any pain. As a result, the melee evolved into an endurance challenge to see who might be the last person standing. Rudy ran in front of me to protect me, who was battling evenly with Nova. When consciousness returns, instincts no longer dominate the body, and the battle will be formally over.

Everyone had long since woken up, witnessing more than half of Nova and me's fight. Only Rudy got up later, so she didn't understand the situation. She frantically wanted to protect me. That's why the atmosphere became so awkward.

It took a few seconds for them to believe what they saw before it was real. The youngest sister they love so much, seemingly weak, can make Nova so tired that she's short of breath. They stared at me, shocked but also proud and concerned. My clothes were covered in blood and torn from various weapons, making me look like a zombie. The combat also ended with Nova's loud laughter.

"I want to train you to be part of a special group of assassins."

He talked calmly, unlike the one who had previously injured all of us.

"Are you looking to hire? Unfortunately, I disagree.”

I launched a preemptive strike, directly rejecting his opinions. I know that in my regular state, I'm not his match. But, in that state, we still don't know the difference between high and low. That's just my personality: childish and stubborn.

"I will personally teach you."

"…"

"Special treatment, second only to mine."

And…"

"And?"

"Abolish slavery."

Complete the transaction. Nova, no, boss, please sit, please sit.

Rudy, Rudy! Is there any tea?

Wait a second, boss; I'll make you some tea."

Rudy was standing in the corner, being pulled away by me, the information still undigested. Everyone was in an embarrassing situation, and no one dared to breathe strongly because it was awkward.

“Why concur, do you? I thought you would be the one to protest to the end?”

"I didn't agree before because I didn't see better conditions."

Now what? Job opportunities are expanding. It would be foolish to reject the offer to remove the slave seal.

I forgot Nova was in the warehouse; how could he sit without tables and chairs?

Rudy, hurry up. Hurry up, or the boss will change his mind."

It was bitterly cold that day, yet I felt strangely warm on the inside, the aura of future affluence warming me.

We promptly signed a labor contract, forming a distinct cell of assassins under Nova. He is also the one who directs our training in all areas, whether it is academic or martial arts.

Over time, we became the ideal g**g of assassins in everyone's eyes, rising to the top of the assassin rankings. That's because we get to concentrate on honing our skills one after the other.

Time flew by, and before I knew it, I had been a trainee assassin for ten years. The typical training period for an individual will be between three and five years; for those who thrive, this period will be as little as two years. Not only did I beat the record for the longest promotion, but I was also one of the few people favored by the boss with a private assignment.

As a result, my reputation for being untrained for ten years traveled poorly far and wide. There used to be rumors signed a body contract was signed with the boss to keep me when I was ten years old. When I was given separate assignments, I had to be absent for a few days, and the stories spread to a few more sections. I'm not yet fifteen, but I've been rumored to be pregnant, give birth a few times, and even have a particular heart to name those unreal children.

Those who promote fake news are all lazy people who are merely jealous of what they don't have. They had no idea that the quests I took were jobs that even high-level assassins couldn't perform. I did sign a labor contract with the boss, which is an equal transaction between the two parties.

To discuss my accomplishments over the last ten years, I must also proudly nod in approval. The sisters all became assassins quite early on, but I flatly declined Nova's proposition on the subject. Becoming a true assassin will mean more work and less spare time for me. Because of Nova's stubbornness and reliance on power, I was once again judged a useless commodity and sold.

"Is it because I am too stubborn?"

But all I got back was darkness. My sisters, my companions who had been by my side, had vanished, leaving only me to cry silently in the night. It was the full moon of January; torrential rain seemed to obscure the lonely moonlight. The deafening space, but my heart was quieter than ever.