The Genius Assassin Who Does It All Himself



Escape (1)

“Kanghu, are you okay?”

At the voice of his colleague, Kang Hu looked at the rusty mirror, the only place in the camp where he could look at himself.

Along the rim, there are also bloodstains of unknown origin in the rust.

“hmm······. It seems that the weekly work was a bit too much.”

You might be surprised to see his pale face, but Kang-hoo wiped his face expressionlessly.

It’s because of congenital mana hypersensitivity.

It happened so often that it was insignificant, so there was no special inspiration.

A bottle with both sides.

Although he has an overwhelming strength compared to others in the ability to feel, communicate, and attract mana.

If you use more mana than your body can withstand, you will exhaust yourself and collapse.

In other words, it consumes a lot of stamina.

So ironically, in order to actively use mana, recovery of physical strength was more important.

However, recovering one’s physical strength in a camp that sees prisoners only as slaves digging magic stones was unsatisfactory.

“Can you hold on?”

“It won’t change anything if you care.”

“If it’s hard, just say it’s hard.”

“…”

Knowing what Kang Hu’s silence meant, the colleague soon returned to his iron bed.

Of the 61 workers in Building 18 of the camp, all but Kang Hu are in a sound sleep.

3 am.

It’s the perfect halfway point between midnight, the bedtime, and 6:00am, the wake-up time, so it’s impossible to wake up.

However, Ganghu’s mind, which had no intention of sleeping on an old bed any more, was clear.

‘Life is true.’

Kang Hu smiled bitterly.

The reason why he doesn’t feel awkward in all these situations is because he possesses a novel he wrote.

A white paper on the life of a villain who became a savior.

It was popular, but it was a work that ate a lot of swearing because of the bad ending that was given at the last minute.

The worst ending is that the main character in the novel was actually a collaborator of the devil, and that the world eventually fell into the hands of the devil.

‘Even if you curse at it, it was cheap. I put too much effort into differentiating.’

No matter how many times you think about it

It was such a disastrous ending that I wondered if I had gone crazy with some stubbornness.

What if the main character in the work – although he becomes a villain in the ending – possessed ‘Jang Si-hwan’.

Now, five years before the ending, he must have been revered as a hero of the world.

Of course, he possessed the body of the ill-fated villain ‘Xin Kang-hu’, who was made into an opponent of Jang Si-hwan.

It was designed as a cynical person, and the positive elements were eliminated by starting with congenital mana hypersensitivity…

It wasn’t difficult to get stuck with an impoverished mind.

In addition, within a few days, mental synchronization was completely over.

Thanks to that, I can’t even remember who I was before being possessed.

Of course, the memory of the original is clear.

‘The longer you delay your escape, the more you miss the golden time to save the world. I have no time to waste.’

In the story, Xin Kang-hu starts off as a villain, but in the end, looking only at the ending, his essence is a savior.

The real villain is the one who helps the demon lord descend and hands the entire world over to the demon lord.

Thirteen hunters who are revered as heroes, including the main character Jang Si-hwan, are the ‘thirteen stars’.

‘It won’t be easy to find a gap in this well-organized world according to their tastes.’

The peculiar pessimism set in Xin Kanghu erodes his emotions, but he sees a more distant future.

At the end of the story, which will see the ending of the devil anyway, the only people who can save their lives are the collaborators.

If you can’t change the future, you will die one way or another.

Unless you really want to live.

In fact, you can slit your throat and die without any deep worries.

However, it is not possible because they see a ray of hope even in the midst of severe pessimism.

It is the only light that squirms in the heart and makes Xin Kang-hu go out into the world in the original work.

Ganghu wanted to advance the timing. right into today.

The reason was clear.

This is because the guards, who had to spend a hectic day when a new prisoner came in, are the most exhausted.

【Xin Ganghu should have made up her mind to escape the Qingming camp that day. That day’s hesitation left him with three years of hell as a gift.]

Memories of the original work that shimmer like a fantasy.

Kang Hu shook his head and brushed away the memory.

Then, biting her lip, she stood up from where she was looking in the mirror.

‘Today, I must go out.’

Set short-term goals.

A gigantic exploitation arena controlled by the criminal organization Eclipse.

Escape the Qingmyeong Prison.

The reality of the Republic of Korea, which has become the end of the century, cannot feel like heaven just because it is outside the camp.

At least you will be able to enjoy the freedom of your body.

That was more than enough for now.

* * *

After a while.

“One minute. If it’s more than that, even if your sh*t doesn’t stop, your life will end.”

“yes.”

Under the watchful eyes of the guards, Ganghu entered a simple toilet located right next to the camp.

As soon as I entered, I was greeted with the smell of rotting corpses along with the stench peculiar to the bathroom.

Originally, there were toilets in the camp as well.

However, with so many inmates committing suicide by hanging themselves in the bathroom, they came up with a desperate solution.

This camp, located in the blind spot of human rights, was practically a living hell.

This bathroom was also one of the anecdotes that showed the cross section.

Kang-hoo entered the bathroom and looked around.

As I remember, someone kicked it from the outside, and the exterior is distorted, and I can see the sharp part inside.

It is the perfect sharpness and length for cutting flesh and wounding.

Swoop!

Kang-hu slit his palm without hesitation. Then the fresh blood poured out and soaked the floor.

50 seconds remaining.

Kang Hu drew a pentagram on the narrow bathroom floor using blood as ink and the other finger as a brush.

It is a summoning ritual.

A ritual to summon the constellation ‘Dimension Stealer’.

The reason Ganghu needed this constellation was simple.

This is because all the constellation characteristics that a dimension usurper can bestow are those that explode their potential.

There are many difficulties in escaping the camp only with the body of a clumsy level 10 hunter.

Even the guard waiting outside the door holding a longsword was level 45.

It means that at least one year has passed since the hunter experience was accumulated.

In other words, it is difficult to compete head-to-head, and securing the power to reverse the situation at once is desperately needed.

“Isn’t it cheap or a baby?”

The sharp guard’s voice was clearly audible. Like the sound of scratching the floor.

40 seconds.

The pentagram shimmered and a distinctive dark red vitality rose up.

Of course, this is just the beginning.

With his palms raised as if he were about to touch the pentagram, Kang Hu spoke out the thoughts that lingered only in his head.

‘I know you are observing my destiny. And your enthusiasm for the contractor’s tragedies, trials and sorrows.’

·······.

I can’t hear the answer.

A contract with a Constellation is never a one-way street. It requires communion and awareness of the coming and going words.

Dimensional usurpers are not narrow-minded beings who would be offended by ‘insignificant’ human comments.

rather interested.

‘I’m the one who can use your abilities the best.’

also unanswered.

In the original work, Kang Hu returned what the dimension usurper had said to Xin Kang Hu, who was pessimistic and denied the future.

‘The more you hesitate a day, the more hopes that will come to this world will be many times, dozens of times farther away.’

Life in the future will never be smooth.

Because he possessed a villain that the world would point his finger at as the devil.

In addition, the propaganda frame, the frame of propaganda skillfully organized by the demon lord’s collaborators, must be rammed head-on.

It will be hard.

However, I did not want to die like expendable items without meaning in a world that has now become a vivid reality.

Right then.

【Brave bastard. I will give you a very short time to experience the power of the Noble Constellation. Prove it.]

‘it’s okay.’

Kang Hu laughed.

When he designates a Contractor as a Constellation, he bestows three characteristics.

First, the proficiency of all learned or to-be-learned skills is maintained at the maximum level.

Second, you get the ability to steal boss skills as your own.

Third, if you kill another Hunter, you can steal the contract with the Constellation he served.

It is a characteristic that all contractors have no choice but to become strong.

And what Kanghu can enjoy right now is, first, skill proficiency.

【Shin Ganghu Lv. 10]

【Class: Assassin】

[Class Skill Possession: Short-distance Leap (Level 1 Acquisition) / Lateral Movement (Level 10 Acquisition)]

【Possession of other skills: none】

[Special Talent: Fairly good main power / Very good torso vision]

Although there were only two skills, there seemed to be no problem with the requested proof.

This is because the proof he is talking about is to show that you have no fear of getting blood on your hands.

In other words, the guard outside the door, it means to stop breathing.

20 seconds.

“…”

Kang Hu held his breath.

In the meantime, Kanghu’s two skills, which were temporarily given special characteristics, were in completely different forms.

Skill proficiency starts at level 1 and reaches its maximum level only when it reaches level 20.

Proficiency work requires a long time of persistence, but no matter how hurried it was, the lowest was 5 years.

Of course, it makes sense to hit the maximum. It had to be.

This is because all coefficients, such as distance and destructive power, increase rapidly starting from the duration of the skill.

Even now it has changed so much.

The short-distance leap skill, which would be fortunate if you jumped 1m, became an actual space movement skill that narrowed down 12m at once.

The lateral movement skill, which is a level of slightly evading to the side, moved behind the target in a stealth state.

Who would think that the former and the latter are the same skill?

This is the synergy between the character Xin Kang-hu and the dimension usurper, the constellation. The word fraud comes out of nowhere.

5 seconds.

“This bastard…!”

Squeak!

The guard showed no signs of coming out, but he opened the door feeling disgusted with Kang-hoo, who didn’t even say sorry.

It doesn’t matter if one prisoner dies anyway.

Seoul is the only place where the ‘law’ can function anyway.

Otherwise, it is an orderly world of warlords, criminal organizations, and mercenaries.

force is the law

Murder is not a crime in the face of strong power.

Just then, the jailer saw Ganghu, though it was only for a brief moment.

Because our eyes met exactly.

However, as if the person had become invisible, it disappeared from sight in an instant.

It makes no sense.

Only level 10!

There was no way he would miss an inmate of insignificant skill, who was 35 levels lower than himself.

however.

Woowook!

“Gagging!”

Something cold and metallic penetrated the carotid artery and penetrated the center of the neck.

It was a perfect fatal wound that left nothing more to scream about.

What Ganghu had stuck to the side of the jailer’s neck were chopsticks.

A weapon that I decided to use to cut my own lifeline cleanly when I no longer had any regrets about life.

However, the will to live changed the direction of the chopsticks to the enemy, not to himself.

and.

【The contract has been established.】

A noble constellation has responded to the call of a shabby, lousy level 10 hunter.

Considering the majority of Hunters who cannot even dream of signing a contract with a high-ranking Constellation like a Dimensional Stealer even after level 100.

It was truly a catastrophe.