Assassin

On the top floor of the Night Sky Tower, the living room was plunged into darkness. Crimson characters glowed faintly on the walls, black candles flickered, emitting purple smoke that thickened the magical atmosphere. Ten figures sat scattered about—the Top 10, the most dangerous assassins on the list. The pressure from them was so heavy that the air cracked, the candles trembled, and every breath felt like it was cutting into the flesh. Along the walls, countless subordinates stood or knelt, their Blood Covenant marks glowing faintly. But compared to the Top 10, they were nothing. Under the suffocating aura of their superiors, many people trembled, cold sweat pouring out, but no one dared to move. Just a glance from the Top 10 was enough to make the lower-level assassins immediately bow their heads. The hierarchy was absolute: those above were gods, those below were prey.

In the middle, a mirror shattered into a crimson screen, revealing the shadowy figure of the Dark Leader. You lay sprawled on the sofa, your eyes slightly open at the noise, but you made no move to get up. The other eight turned their eyes to the leader, awaiting his orders. Only Aiden remained sprawled across your chest, ears twitching, tail wagging restlessly. This month’s rankings put you in fourth place, slipping from third, while Aiden had fallen from first to second—despite being the leader’s son. Raven now held first place, sharpening he sword in silence. Sophia, third, sat serenely, her gentleness masking her deadly faith, she was a Christian, and her mouth was also a god. Liam, fifth, was sleeping on the couch, snoring lightly, his temper as notorious as his skills, a little hot-headed. Rainee, sixth, calmly flipped through the target files. Raymond, the seventh, adjusted his glasses precisely, his posture stiff. Next to him sat Yan, the ninth, equally silent. On the floor, Ivan, the eighth, remained still, as if part of the darkness. And the tenth, Sarah, smiled sweetly—though her eyes