Lucian stood up slowly, gripping his black katana tightly, blood dripping off the blade and pooling at his feet with a soft, rhythmic tip, tip, tip. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat a reminder of his own shock, the tension making his legs waver slightly.
It was the first time he had ever seen so much blood, and even though every instinct told him to back away, he forced himself to steady his breathing and stay calm.
“Thanks, Max,” he murmured, as if to an invisible presence, his voice barely a whisper. Nobody else in the room could understand what he meant, and in that moment, he didn’t care. His mind was elsewhere, focused on the scene in front of him and the fractured feelings of survival, duty, and fear.
He shifted his gaze towards Rose, who sat trembling in the corner, her entire body locked in fear. Her eyes were wide, staring at him as though he were a stranger. Lucian’s expression softened, his gaze filled with concern and worry. His heart ached seeing her like this, terrified and vulnerable.
But he knew he couldn’t stop now; he had to protect her, to finish what he’d started, even if it meant doing things he never thought he was capable of.
Turning his attention to the last man standing the man in black who had orchestrated this nightmare Lucian’s expression grew cold. The man stared back, a look of fear masked under his steely gaze, but Lucian could sense the tension in his stance, the nervous twitch in his fingers as he reached behind his back, likely going for his gun.
Before he could make his move, Lucian’s body shifted with an unnatural speed, moving so swiftly that he was a mere blur. In an instant, he was at the man’s side, his katana slicing through the air with terrifying precision. Slash!
The man let out a strangled scream as the blade cut through his arm, severing it cleanly from his body. His weapon fell to the floor with a heavy clatter, followed by the soft, wet thud of his arm hitting the ground. Blood spurted from the stump, staining the floor around him as he crumpled in agony, his scream filling the room with a sickening intensity.
“Aghhh! How… how can a kid… be this fast?” he gasped, his face contorted in pain and shock as he tried to comprehend what had just happened. His voice wavered as he clutched at his bleeding stump, struggling to focus through the haze of pain.
Despite the agony, he gritted his teeth, his survival instincts kicking in as he attempted to stagger back, desperate to put any distance between himself and Lucian.
Lucian stepped forward with deliberate slowness, his expression unyielding. In a single, swift motion, he plunged his katana deep into the man’s thigh, twisting the blade until the man’s screams grew louder, echoing in the small room. The man was immobilized, his face pale as he realized he couldn’t escape, no matter how much he struggled.
“Nobody can hear you outside this room,” Lucian said, his voice eerily calm, the faintest hint of bitterness underlining his words. “No matter how loud you scream, no one’s coming.”
The man’s eyes widened in disbelief. His mind raced, trying to piece together how this boy this kid could possess such terrifying skill and composure. He looked towards the open doorway, as if hoping his team might rush in any second. But the hallway remained silent, empty. He remembered giving strict orders for his men to guard the building’s perimeter, ensuring no one would interfere.
They should have heard the commotion, should have been here by now. And yet, the silence persisted.
“How… how did you…?” the man stammered, confusion laced with dread, but Lucian silenced him with a cold stare.
“Stop talking and listen,” Lucian ordered, his voice cold, leaving no room for defiance. His eyes flickered over to Rose, who was pressed against the wall, her face pale and streaked with tears, horror etched into her features as she looked at him.
Lucian’s chest tightened, a pang of guilt hitting him as he realized the terror she must be feeling seeing him like this blood-soaked, holding a katana as though he were born to wield it. But he couldn’t afford to hesitate. Not now.
The man whimpered, his hand trembling as he clutched the bleeding stump of his arm, his entire body shaking. He wasn’t just in physical agony Lucian’s calm, icy demeanor, his unwavering gaze, filled him with a fear he hadn’t felt in years. This boy, barely more than a child, had transformed from a vulnerable victim into something… else.
“Take off your mask,” Lucian commanded, his voice like steel. in His left hand suddenly out of thin air apeared a pistol,now held a pistol, which he’d drawn effortlessly, pointing it directly at the man’s face. It was a clear message: defy, and you die.
The man starteled not knowing how it happened but he can’t say or ask anything hesitated, his gaze flicking to the gun, then to the unwavering look in Lucian’s eyes. He was trapped, and he knew it.
“Now,” Lucian added, his voice low, the threat hanging heavily in the air.
The man shakily reached up with his remaining hand, his fingers clumsy as he peeled the mask from his face, revealing a hardened, middle-aged man with a scar running down his cheek. His face was twisted in pain, eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape, but he found none.
With a calm that belied his age, Lucian glanced down at the blood pooling around his own feet, staining his white school uniform in deep red patches. He took a steadying breath, trying to ignore the unsettling weight of the scene the blood, the lifeless body in the corner, the man now exposed before him, stripped of his power and pride.
For a moment, silence filled the room, broken only by the man’s labored breathing and the soft, uneven sobs coming from Rose’s corner. Lucian could feel her gaze on him, felt her shock and fear radiating across the room. It was a look he had never wanted to see directed at him, especially not from her. But he pushed the feeling aside, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand.
In the dim light of the cold, empty room, Lucian pressed the barrel of the gun harder against the man’s head, his gaze unyielding, his face void of any softness. “Who sent you?” Lucian’s voice was dangerously soft, yet the chilling certainty in his tone was enough to make anyone tremble.
The man lying on the floor, bleeding from his thigh and with one arm barely hanging onto consciousness, struggled to hold Lucian’s gaze. His defiance flickered for a moment, then he let out a rough chuckle, bitter and mocking. “Kid… we’re mercenaries, not mind readers. They tell us what to do, not who they are. All we know is an organization paid for this mission. No names, no faces.
Just a job.” He spat blood, his smirk twisted in pain. “And we don’t leave names behind.”
Lucian’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t respond immediately. He took in the man’s words with a detached stillness, calculating, his gaze turning colder by the second. “So you don’t know. Fine,” Lucian replied, voice barely a whisper. “I’ll find out on my own. Just know this your organization ends today.
You’ve touched something you shouldn’t have. Your days of hiding are over.”
The man burst into laughter, the sound coarse and cutting in the quiet room. He shook his head as if Lucian’s threat was nothing more than a childish fantasy. “Hahaha… you’re kidding yourself, kid! I don’t deny, you’ve got grit, maybe even a spark.
You killed Sam caught him off guard, well injured me off guard too but trust me, you don’t have what it takes to bring down a whole network of mercenaries.” He grimaced, his pride wounded but still shining through his pain. “No matter how hard you try, there’s no way you’ll end us. Even the Kane family doesn’t have that power and background in this they are buisneses group not in these fields.”
“Oh, who said anything about my family handling it?” Lucian’s voice was steady, calm, yet every word felt like a promise carved in stone. “This isn’t the Kane family’s concern. I’ll take care of it I myself. By tomorrow, there won’t be a trace left of your organization and ill promise you that you will meet your whole organisation in hell in 24 hours of time.”
The man’s eyes widened at Lucian’s response. He studied the boy in front of him as if seeing him for the first time. Then, a twisted grin broke across his face. “I like you, kid. You have no idea what you’re dealing with, but you talk big. Guess I was wrong about you.
If I have to die, might as well go out knowing the fire still burns in the next generation.” The man let out a painful laugh, his voice strained but with an odd admiration mixed with disbelief. He gritted his teeth as Lucian’s katana dug deeper into his thigh, drawing more blood.
Lucian watched the man’s reaction impassively, the glimmer of blood painting his white uniform a darker shade of red. Then, the man’s eyes darted to Rose, who was still trembling in the corner, her tear-streaked face pale and eyes wide with confusion and terror.
The man turned back to Lucian, his face grim but almost curious. “Let me ask you something, kid,” he said, a faint smirk twitching on his lips despite the pain contorting his features. “I know I won’t make it out alive, but humor me, yeah? You’re… fascinating. Even with all this blood and death, you act so calm, so in control. Makes me wonder… what made you this way?”
Lucian held his gaze, saying nothing, but the man didn’t wait for a response. “Look at her,” he continued, gesturing weakly towards Rose with a nod. “See how she reacts to all this?” The man’s gaze lingered on Rose, almost pitying. “That’s how normal people react. They’re terrified of blood, of killing… But not you. You’re not normal, kid.
You’re like me a killing machine, something twisted and forged from pain.”
Lucian didn’t flinch; he simply kept his steady gaze fixed on the man. His silence was a testament to the truth he already understood, but he didn’t acknowledge it.
“Here’s the thing,” the man continued, his voice dripping with a strange satisfaction. “I’ve been trained to feel nothing. And yet, even in my world, there’s one rule I’ve never broken.” He looked at Lucian, a manic gleam in his eyes. “I would never, not even for a heartbeat, throw myself in front of a bullet for someone else. That’s just… weakness. But you… you took four bullets, kid.
No armor, no plan. You threw yourself right in the line of fire for her. Why?”and yesh i am sure those bullets hit you in back i saw blood marks when they hit you whole four bullets…its unbleivbele you are still alive i can only take it as you don’t feel or your will power is just of another level Read new chapters at freewebnovel
Lucian’s expression remained unreadable, but a flicker of irritation crossed his features. “Because I wanted to,” he replied, his voice cutting through the tension. “And because I love her.”
The man let out a loud, painful laugh, even as Lucian twisted the katana slightly, forcing a pained gasp from his lips. “Love? You’ve got to be kidding me.” The man’s laughter echoed in the cold room, a cruel mockery of Lucian’s words. “Love… that’s what’ll get you killed one day, kid. This world doesn’t run on love. It runs on survival, on being the strongest, the most ruthless.”
Lucian’s gaze didn’t waver, his calm stare meeting the man’s derisive grin head-on. “You wouldn’t understand,” he said quietly. “Let’s end this.”
Lucian held his gaze, unwavering, his face unreadable. “Maybe you wouldn’t understand,” he replied softly. “But it doesn’t matter. This ends now.”
Just as Lucian was about to raise his katana for the final blow, the mercenary interrupted with a desperate plea, his eyes gleaming with a strange mixture of curiosity and defiance. “Wait, kid. One last question. I’m about to die anyway, so just answer me.” Lucian paused, his gaze cold and questioning, as he signaled for the man to speak.
“Do you honestly think,” the mercenary’s lips twisted into a cruel smile as he gestured weakly towards Rose, “that she’d do the same for you? Would she risk everything? Would she have taken those bullets for you?”
Lucian’s response was instant, unwavering. “Yes. She would.” His eyes held a steely determination, an unshakeable belief that resonated in his words.
Rose, trembling in the corner, felt her breath catch as Lucian’s words echoed through the room. Despite everything, despite the terror that gripped her heart, she could see the unwavering certainty in his eyes. She looked down at her own trembling hands, the weight of his words settling over her like a heavy burden. Would I have done the same? she asked herself, the question lingering in her mind.
The mercenary let out a laugh, hollow and bitter, as if mocking Lucian’s words. “You’re a fool, kid. That love-sick mind of yours is gonna get you killed one day.” He sneered, his gaze cold and triumphant. “You’ll die a painful death, one worse than mine, and for what? Some fantasy of loyalty?” His laughter was grating, echoing through the room like nails on a chalkboard.
He shook his head, the pain twisting his features as he reveled in his mockery of Lucian’s devotion.
Lucian’s face remained impassive, but a flicker of resolve passed through his eyes as he lifted his katana. “Rose, close your eyes,” he said softly, his voice gentle yet firm, giving her no room for argument.
Rose looked towards him, her expression one of confusion, a lingering doubt clouding her gaze, but she nodded, closing her eyes as he instructed. Her thoughts raced, echoing with the questions he had left in her mind, questions about her own strength, her own loyalty.
“No,” Lucian whispered to himself as he readied his blade, looking down at the man with a piercing stare. “I won’t die like that.” With one swift, decisive motion, he swung his katana down, severing the man’s neck with a precision that left no room for hesitation.
The man’s mocking laughter was cut short, silenced in a heartbeat as his head fell to the ground, his body collapsing lifelessly beside him.
The laughter ceased, replaced by a heavy silence that settled over the room. Blood pooled around the man’s lifeless form, soaking into the cold floor.
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hey guys you should understand those little things like since these are the rose memory’ i can’t directly say and show something…like how those sword and gun apeared outa thin air… inventory
and lucoam waking up take that as a magic too…i can’t explain everything myself right use your mind
and yeah… author hungry for rewards