Broad-Spectrum Assassin

Memory 30: Our Final Feast

Monster? I'm...the monster. I'm going to devour this girl for power. I don't even have a firm goal in mind. Do I want to protect ISEKAI or destroy it?

My body thrashes around, slicing the trees in the area.

Wait! A hero! I need three hero hearts! I doubt I'd even be in trouble for killing a hero that sold off an angel.

I chase after him all the way back to the graveyard.

The hero suddenly turns around rushes at me with a heated dagger. It burns my cloak and makes me tingle a bit.

"You seem familiar. Oh! I remember, I picked you up from school."

"You murdered me and my schoolmates! You took us away from our homes and brought us into this world as prisoners. I am Braven and I will carve their suffering into you."

I did. I thought we were giving these kids a chance to reach their true potential...but that's the same reasoning that took me from home.

I look at my body, not knowing where it begins or ends.

How engrained have I become in ISEKAI? I was once a rebel...but what am I now?

He slashes at me repeatedly while I gather my thoughts.

I pick him up off the ground. "I need a moment."

He slices my tendril. "Yuki gave me his weapon so that I could kill you. You see these graves here? These are the graves of those students you killed. They weren't strong enough to be heroes! Your system is broken."

I dodge the swipes as he screams at me. "My apologies. It was only supposed to be three of you. I got...carried away." I turn pink from embarrassment.

"You're not fuckin' sorry! I'll make you sorry!" He stabs into my cloak over and over. "Once I do, they'll finally be able to rest."

I look at him curiously while parrying his assault. "There aren't any ghosts with you."

"I hear them, screaming for vengeance. They live inside these totems." He points to his belt. "Each one is a soul that was lost to this hell because you brought them here!"

Hmm. Perhaps this is his way of coping. I shouldn't judge.

I knock the knife from his hand. "Oh yes. In the totems. But they aren't screaming, they're cheering you on."

There we go, that should get rid of his sour attitude.

"Don't you mock me!" he yells, punching me with his fists.

This is quite the predicament. I don't want to absorb all his hatred. Having him bounce around inside my head must be bad for my mental health. Maybe I should just wait for him to get killed and then collect.

Shadows suddenly spring up around me, forming into three RiftRippers.

"He's the one who took the angel! She's still inside him!" yells Braven.

I toss him into the RiftRippers and then speed out of the graveyard.

There's no running from them. They can sense me. I'll have to fight my way out. Then I'll track down the angel and have an important feast.

I feel my head throbbing. My body moves like a wave.

Fear. Yes. I had almost forgotten what it was like. They can kill me. But is death really bad? What am I saying? If I die, then all their deaths lose meaning. My life only has the meaning that it stole from its victims. That is what it means to be an assassin. I'll show them what I'm made of!