December 13, 2057, Wednesday, the night Hayden was bored, in a dark room, Black Devil and another person was inside a room with a table between them.
“I want you to kill someone for me.” Black Devil said. For the past six months, regardless of not seeing Hayden’s progress, he observed him enough to notice that Hayden was growing stronger, faster than what a Level 1 wielder should. “I want you to kill this guy as soon as possible. You’re already a Level 2 wielder, if you kill him tomorrow, you will perhaps get 2,000,000 credits from me.”
“Deal.” At the mention of the money offering, the other party’s soulless eyes lit up. “I’ll kill this guy tomorrow, and you give me that 2,000,000 creds.”
“Good, I trust that you’ll be able to accomplish this, Blade Dancer.” Black Devil smirked
